[At least, that's what her father called it, when she was little and he taught her the proper way to catch and gut a fish. For a moment, she's almost back by their lake, near the cabin ruins. The man sitting next to her now looks to be the same age her father was when he died though they look nothing the same.
She picks up the fish by the head and with her free hand, uncaps her water bottle. She dumps the fresh water on the fish, rinsing it, before settling on another rock and settling it across her lap. Her clothes will smell but that can always be cleaned later. With her knife, she begins to scrape the scales from tail to gill.]
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[At least, that's what her father called it, when she was little and he taught her the proper way to catch and gut a fish. For a moment, she's almost back by their lake, near the cabin ruins. The man sitting next to her now looks to be the same age her father was when he died though they look nothing the same.
She picks up the fish by the head and with her free hand, uncaps her water bottle. She dumps the fresh water on the fish, rinsing it, before settling on another rock and settling it across her lap. Her clothes will smell but that can always be cleaned later. With her knife, she begins to scrape the scales from tail to gill.]
Katniss Everdeen.