"If one of them snaps at my fingers, then I'm putting it in the pot personally," she said idly, clearing off as much as she could of the trap. He was right about the smell, though. If she thought it was bad earlier, it was just as terrible now. She wrinkled her nose once she'd cleared enough off of the box to see just how many were inside.

"I hadn't thought about that." Her lips pursed in thought as she took the trap and set it down. "How long do you think we could wait until they tasted right?" Perhaps boiling them would take some of it off. She didn't know. It'd been some time since she'd cooked them and when she had, they hadn't been from her own personal catch.