Rolan is the proudest peacock Finnick will ever meet, and he feels no shame in that. And despite Anthem's fussing, he's also incredibly adept at handling his liquor, settling into his seat with only a little more force than was strictly necessary.

"Weirdest fish guy indeed," Rolan muses as he leans forward, tipping his head back and forth as he looks Finnick over from face to chest. "Given that I see no scales nor gills on your person. Unless you're hiding them beneath that shirt..."

Rolan lowers his gaze suggestively, then snorts and leans his cheek into his hand. "If it's all the same to you, I think I'll go for the seafood. I've had enough stews over the past two months to last me for at least another year. I'll take whatever you recommend; the only fish I have experience with is freshwater from the Chionthar River."