It does taste terrible, or it would, if Lambert wasn't already used to his own shitty culinary skills. In any case, he grunts at the explanation and focuses on picking the fish clean of whatever's salvageable, then discarding the bones nearly to the side, to be cleaned up later. What's really impressive is how quickly he does it, but that does mean he's out of things to occupy himself with, and the fish still isn't done. He doesn't have any alcohol on him, either, so...

Conversation it is.

"Looks like your face healed up all right." He can see it pretty well from here, especially with the fire casting its light on Childermass. "What happened with that, anyway?"