adequate
Arthur looked at it. "It's an okay size, I suppose," he said distractedly.
Merlin frowned. "What do you mean okay?!"
Arthur groaned, exasperated. "For goodness sake, Merlin, I meant that it's okay!"
At the tone of Arthur's voice, Gwaine wandered over to where the two were standing, eyebrows raised. "What are you two up to?"
Merlin looked imploringly at the knight. "What do you think?" he said, gesturing.
Gwaine glanced down appraisingly. "It's adequate," he said dismissively.
Merlin gasped, indignant. "What? No! It's... I..." he spluttered.
"Merlin, please be quiet," snapped Arthur, rubbing his temples. "You're giving me a headache."
Merlin looked beseechingly at Gwaine, who chuckled.
"It's not the size that counts, it's what you do with it," he said encouragingly, clapping Merlin on the shoulder and walking away. "Maybe you could find some herbs?"
Merlin gazed at the fish he'd caught and sighed. He stomped over to the fire he'd made and crouched beside it, dejected.
"Adequate," he muttered scathingly.
"Hmmph."