Sushi, anyone?

So, I sit down with John and his son and Tim for a plate of fresh trout caught by the boys. After gutting them in the kitchen sink (ah hem), John seasoned them with his favorite stuff and threw them on the grill. Within moments, literally, he's calling us to chow down. Now, I'm not a baby and luckily for him I love sushi because my trout- head still on, of course- was practically talking to me. I tell him, "Hey, John, mine needs a little more time on the grill." To which he responds, "Naw, they're fine." Like I said, it's a good thing I like sushi.