[Hythlodaeus sits himself in front of the counter, and tries to keep up with the conveyor belt with his eyes- which fails spectacularly, and he ends up closing them briefly to stop himself from becoming dizzy. Then he looks over to his companion, thinking.]

Well, I did like the, ah... 'twas simply fish upon rice. Simple yet pleasing. Though there were also little rolls of rice and fish with seaweed, I think.

[He scratches his head.]

It would be a fine thing if I could see what I wanted! Are there still knives to contend with on the belt?