Once the fishsplosion dies down, Bruno lowers his arms from where he'd thrown them over his face. Blinks. Peels a bit of salmon off his forehead and regards it. Then he shrugs and pops it in his mouth.

"Hey, this is pretty good." He grins, picking his way through sticky rice and churned-up snow toward Felih and looks at the scattered remains. "Well, that was fun. What do we do now? Throw a victory feast? I'd be all for that.
'Come all and partake in the glorious fruits of our victory!'" he concludes with a wide gesture.

Now that things have quieted down, it's worth noting he's at least got some proper winter gear on, with a hand-knitted green hoodie and thick trousers on under his ever present ruana, sturdy boots on his feet, and finished up with gloves and a bright green scarf. All of which are spattered with sushi innards.