[That- is... a reaction to proximity, he thinks. He blinks, then awkwardly moves back a half-step, since it seems to be an issue of space? That's all he can assume, and whether it's a her thing or a "big guy with scary face" thing, he doesn't know; better just to scoot back.

He clears his throat. It's fine. She flipped the fish. It's all good.]

Is that really the only problem...? A stove and a campfire aren't that different. ....You didn't completely wreck it, at least. That's good.

[Yay? Hm. What does this fish need.]

Did you remember to season it?