Rhea'li looks up from where he's cleaning and gutting the fish, having a supply of water with him. "Don't need one."

And rather than explain with words what he means, he wipes his fishy hands on the edge of his tunic (it can't be very hygienic, but...) and reaches for his grimoire. Flipping to his desired spell with practiced ease, he summons Ifrit-egi (/petsize small version) into being.

Pointing to the head of his small, flaming creature, he says, "Put the pan on it."

Is this flagrant misuse of god-killing magic? A joke being made of Lahabrea's original concept? Rhea'li doesn't care; he has a fish to fry!