“Salmon?” I say, reading the name of the species. “I didn’t know you had food here.” He snorts, his lip curling up in a half smile. He jabs me with his elbow. “Very funny.” “Oh no. Don’t tell me you’re against eating seafood.” He cringes, making me worry that I crossed a line. “I’m not a huge fan of seafood, but I promise it’s not because of my job.” I swipe my hand over my forehead. “Phew. I was afraid that I offended you for a second. I guess that’s kind of like asking a regular veterinarian if they eat dogs and cats.”
