[looking up over his work] Mm. Yeah, that'll do. Don't smother the coals, we need those.

[he's not a chef by any stretch of the imagination, but his surgeon's skills make him more capable than most of sufficiently separating the delicious parts of fish from the less-than-such. He comes over with four good-sized fillets speared on long sticks. Real skewers, not mere twigs. This is a kitchen after all.]

Now. We wait. You can help turn them to make sure they get done on all sides.

[mostly though it's just sticking the skewers in the ash piles along the sides so they hang over the coals.]