"Scales first." The knife's turned over, angled on its side as he flicks it up under the edge of the scales. It's been a while, so at first it slips along the slick surface before eventually jamming up and popping off a mess of translucent, confetti-like flakes. After a moment-- when 1/3 of the fish's topside's been done-- Joel slides the blade down into his palm and holds it out towards her.

"Your turn, kiddo."