Hiccup laughs as Phoebe takes the eyeball out of his fingers and trills at him for more. He obliges, digging out the other fish eyeball, and then offering a chunk of the rest of the fish. "Just not picky then, huh? There's a lot of that going around out past the walls. I guess because so many species have had to, you know, adapt to somewhere entirely new-"

He catches himself before he can go off on a tangent, wiping his hands and replacing the rest of the fish in his satchel for Toothless later. "Oh! Yeah, sure, he's- you know, he's really good with people. Toothless is amazing. Oh, here, wait, I brought, uh, a copy of my sketchbook..." Hiccup digs out a binder of xeroxed papers, and sets that on the table. "There. Now we can go, if you want."