"Like I said, we do have fish-people here. So...stick to fishing the tiny ones, okay?" He is going to make that crystal fucking clear from the outset. They do not need a bug person jeopardizing the only firm allyship they've actually made since ending up here, because Ai'tuoh was its own mess, and they've got two, maybe three people, in that whole civilization that actually care and respect for the lot of them.

No, they really don't need the Jormun on their case either because someone's decided they look like free lunchables.

He shakes his head, glances out across the fields of grass, and opens a hand.

"I can make you a little grass fire. It'll need pretty much...constant feeding to keep it going, but we don't have firewood here. Are you good with that?"