Looking from Gabriel, to the penguin, to the bucket, Cas leaned over and picked up one of the fish, examining it curiously for a moment. It seemed a bit large for such a small bird to handle, so he broke off a small piece of its flesh and cautiously offered it, snatching his hand back as the baby bird snapped it eagerly from his fingers, bolted it down and squawked for more. "It's very...demanding."

One corner of his mouth turned upward slightly, and he carried on patiently dismantling the fish, feeding it to the tiny penguin bit by bit.