"That sounds like it's going to need our close attention. Pity that." A corner of his mouth quirked up slightly. Maker, he was getting bad tonight. Twice wasn't enough for you? he thought wryly, shaking his head.

He nodded understanding, watching the pot. A couple of the smaller crabs were already floating, the shells turning a brighter reddish orange as he watched. As unpleasant as they had smelled going in, he was surprised that they didn't now. In addition to the sharp scent of the spices, there was a seafood smell he always associated with good food. His mouth watered a little and he took up the spoon to give a little stir.