"You know, I've always believed that," he said. Too many things in life were far too absurd for him to see it any other way. The fact that at times He seemed to be laughing at His creations wasn't lost on the Templar. He saw no reason to be bitter about it. It was just as often it seemed He was laughing with them.

"Hmmm." Did he sound skeptical? Perhaps just a little! He flashed her a knowing smile and stood to take the pole. "Does he like them cooked or raw?"

He pushed the hook beneath the water and felt around beneath one of the floating bladders. It took a little twisting until he felt it catch. Weren't things in water supposed to be lighter? As he hauled it up, the reason for the weight became apparent, a large mass of water weed atop the trap. "Oh, here's the salad," he said with a grunt, dragging it in close so they could get rid of it. Three decent sized crabs and two small ones clicked and waved their legs from between the slats once the trap was revealed.