Lambert glances across the fire at Childermass, squinting skeptically, as though he's trying to find fault in that. Finally, he shrugs and brushes soot off his fingers, before passing the uncooked fish over.

"Thought you didn't want dinner," he says, apparently not a believer in not looking gift magicians in the mouth. Though the fish he'd tried to cook is mostly a sad little pile of charred scales and bone, a little industrious poking is enough to reveal parts that did turn out marginally edible. While Childermass does whatever he's up to, Lambert picks the pieces of salvageable fish meat out with his fingers and eats them, appetite (and a small, annoying desire to prove the magician wrong) apparently winning out.