Gyre grimaces a little at the prospect of doing anything in a kitchen? He has never stepped foot in one, much less learned how to do anything in one. He supposes he'll have to learn fast if he wants to eat though, and he loops an arm through Luka's to pull him along after Ten.

"Chop them up how?" he asks thoughtfully, trying to imagine what kind of cut that might be. Maybe he can get away with just butchering the fish. He's good at butchering. Anything past that is not even close to his wheelhouse.