Even before Diarmuid's reflexes were heightened by battle and enhanced supernaturally, they were fast. This is fortunate, since the last thing he is expecting is to have a fish come flying at his head as he walks back from working at the dog cafe. Despite the supernatural enhancements to his reflexes being stripped away, he manages to catch the fish by the tail before it gracelessly slams into his head. In the seconds before it vanishes, he holds it up and gauges its size. The 'not bad' that is muttered under his breath goes basically unheard when a voice from the nearby house calls out an apology.

Fish now long gone, Diarmuid lets his empty hand fall back to his side as he makes his way over to the window with a grin, "Looks like you let the big one get away."

Oh dear god, Diarmuid? Really?

Fortunately, the new arrival is saved from more bad puns when Diarmuid's eyes catch sight of the fishing pool in the house behind him, "It's too bad the things our houses make vanish when they leave them. I bet the fish from that pond would taste great baked over the fire pit in my house."