If he had doused it, Lambert would only light it up again until he gave up in annoyance. So, luckily for both of them, they're not experiencing that particular exercise right now.

Perhaps unusually, things lapse into silence after that. Lambert seems preoccupied with the fish and his own thoughts (shocking as it may seem, he has a lot on his mind right now) while Childermass is occupied staring at the lake. Though after a few minutes (it turns out fish don't cook any faster no matter how hard you stare at them) Lambert looks up and tracks where the magician's gaze falls.

"Beautiful view, huh?" Even he can appreciate that, despite being someone who was just, you know, throwing bombs in the water. "Guess she really can do anything she wants here." Who or what else would put a big-ass lake in the Carnival overnight?