"My husband has more lovers than I," Laertes laughs. "And he was the one who encouraged me to kiss thee, so if thou didst enjoy thyself, lay that joy at his feet." He starts spooning a sauce of butter, capers, and garlic over the fish laid out on their tray, then sprinkles salt and grinds pepper. At last, he lays out sliced lemons and shaved fennel over top of them. "This is a free place, indeed. Whatever mischief thou wouldst like to try to enliven it, I think it would be welcome."