[ That wagging finger gets a baffled little glub out of her, and she reluctantly opens her mouth up to let go of the shell she'd bitten cleanly into. ]
What toxins? Water's clean as rain here, conch you tell? An' how'd you make all that fire, huh?
[ But that's really just the petulant fussing of a childish fish girl, because she hugs the claw to her chest so she can hop off the corpse and take it over to the fire. It can roast a minute or two, she supposes. ]
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What toxins? Water's clean as rain here, conch you tell? An' how'd you make all that fire, huh?
[ But that's really just the petulant fussing of a childish fish girl, because she hugs the claw to her chest so she can hop off the corpse and take it over to the fire. It can roast a minute or two, she supposes. ]