Mink on the Brink

So it was our last night in Iceland, and we were having a last Icelandic supper in the excellent Harbor Restaurant, right on the waterfront and a short (rainy) walk from our hotel.  Last chance for arctic char!  Last chance for reindeer!  So many decisions. . . The place was so slammed that it took a long time to get our meals, and when they arrived we got the mains before the starters.  So we had a lot of time to gaze out the window, and at one point I stared through the glass and said, “Hey...