Layla picks a small piece of the fish from the bones and squeezes the juice of the lemon quarter on it. She eats. I stare. She takes another piece and another quarter of lemon. She squeezes. She eats. I stare. She picks a piece of bread from the basket and looks up at me. I nod and smile — a silent thanks for trying the fish.
Anna to my right pulls slabs of the Sea Bream from its bones, drips the lemon onto it. She eats. And then another and another. When the bones are clean, she uses her fork as a serving spoon to pile more of the whole fish onto her plate.
