[ O-okay, Angus manages to keep it cool for maybe three seconds before he cracks, and bursts out laughing so hard that he almost falls off the stepstool. ]

Sorry! I-I'm sorry! Just... the... the look on your face!

[ He rifles around the shelves for a moment, then tosses a roll of Mentos mints at Peter. ]

Here! This might... I dunno if it'll help, or if it'll just make the fish taste minty, but it's something!