She took the time to get out some dish towels, plates, and utensils, setting them on the table. Cleaning would come first, obviously, but then they could just as easily plate them. She hadn't the faintest idea what time it was, the shutters on the windows effectively keeping them in the dark save for the light of the fireplace. It wouldn't have mattered to her, though she had to remind herself that he would eventually need to take his leave before he was needed back at the Gallows.

When the first two crabs hit the water, the mabari was up and going over to the pot, looking into it curiously. He made no move to steal what was there, though it was clear his curiosity was piqued. He cocked his head to the side.

"Out of there," she said with a grin as she wandered over to check on the pot. She glanced over Cullen's shoulder. "Oh, but they smell good."