The fish continue scrambling around in a panic now that they might be charbroiled, which makes it very difficult and awkward for Nanaue to bend down and scoop them up.

The first one panics and runs from his palm right off the side of the chariot instead of onto the special guardrail platform.

"OOPS...."

Nanaue watches over the side, but it is so tiny they it vanishes from sight pretty quick. He is more careful with the rest, picking them up one by one in his fist so they can't accidentally squirm away to their doom, and depositing them on their platform. Once they recover their bearings they jostle each other next to the rail, trying to get a good view.