"'Always turns out edible', hm?" Childermass was apparently correct to be skeptical with that. When Lambert reaches for the next round of fish, however, he finds the need to intervene. His little campsite on the beach already smells like burnt fish and he would prefer it doesn't get worse. "No, I doubt they will. Stake those and give them here."

He's since put his pipe out, having overturned the ashes and tapped them out, so he can put it aside on the log he was lounging against and get up. If he's going to be handling fish, well, that's the end of smoking for now.