[It's subtle–easy to miss, especially from far away–but there's a small upturn pulling at the corners of Baroona's mouth. The smallest smile to grace a human's face. He claps, slow and sarcastic at the fish.]

Good job. Keep going.

[Sarcastic as the clapping was, his praise is praise is genuine. He shifts his position, stretching out one leg and leaning back, pointing lazily up the river.]

It's easier to catch them while they're swimming upstream. See if you can sneak up on one.