Moana took the roots, wrapping them up with the fish and then placing them in the leaves that she'd gathered. With a piece of string she tied her mixer together and then carefully placed them in the fire that she'd reduced to burning coals.

She hadn't known that Thorfinn was Norse though she supposed that it might not be what he called himself. "Really?" Her dark eyes pointed curiously at Tina while the fish began to roast. It'd cook quickly and Moana didn't want to burn it.

"What is your middle name? Does it mean something?" Her own name meant sea like the ocean. Moana loved her name, even if she was chastised for going near the ocean.