[Luckily, now that he isn't getting nibbled on and without Hana and the Palai's distracting calls in his ear (and that phone in his face), Lenka can concentrate on getting more solid footing so that each tug the giant koi gives isn't in danger of dragging him straight down into the pond. Once he's got his balance back -- physically and mentally -- a quick twist of his hands lifts the fish out of the water entirely for just a moment before he carefully tosses it back in.

It's food, after all (apparently). For its trouble, he leaves it the bread, which is no longer something fit for consumption by either humans or amphibians anyway. Lenka finally settles back on the bank of the pond and looks between Hana and the refrigerator.

Most of the Palai have moved on to bigger and better (and considerably less wetter) things, so fridging and fishing seems to have done the trick.]

There might be snacks. Or something else. [a shrug] It's hard to control.

[Inside the fridge, though, Hana will find: a number of spices, a large bag of lemons, some cheeses, a bottle of mystery liquid, and a whole goose. Honk.]