"That's how I am. I can make meals around a campfire after hunting but don't ask me to make much else. Soups, stews, and anything that can roast on a spit or in a pan over an open flame." She smiled, the motion fleeting with embarrassment. "Orana and Bodahn do more than I can ever ask for by just handling most of the cooking. Saints, honestly."

A messy sort of package, truth be told. She set down what they wouldn't be needing, turning her crab over in her hand. "A little, yes." With a thoughtful hum, she raised an eyebrow. "I can never remember where these things are. I think they're... Yes, here." She pinched something rubbery at the side, pulling it out. "These are inedible too." They went into the basin. Then came the mouth, a little trickier. She worked her thumb around the mandible and cracked it off. "And this."