[Bruno, meanwhile, moves to take a pinch of the salt, hucking it over his shoulder, before righting the shaker again, mumbling something under his breath- unintelligible but worried. He busies himself with putting the salt back in the shaker- grabbing a pinch if any spills on the floor in the process- repeating the shoulder action.
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Hah, yeah. That fish got out at the right time.