Heron Lake Plateau We are young, we have years ahead maybe

Raven seemed to like the idea of having crabs nearby- though the expression she'd had on her face while Niamh had described them had been kind of interesting. She'd looked a bit surprised, and possibly a little bit confused by the mental image of what Niamh was trying to describe. Regardless of how odd it sounded, she at least didn't seem so perturbed by the creature's odd shape to think it was a bad idea. But Raven was clever enough to think of something that had completely slipped Niamh's mind. 

"Fresh water?" She asked. Of course, Niamh hadn't exactly tried to drink from the ocean, though she had noticed the funny smell it carried, but had assumed it had something to do with the sand, the same way a pond smelled funny too. "I don't think it'd hurt them." She said. "I guess we'll see, anyway. Not like it's a big deal if it doesn't work," She said. After all, the crabs were meant to be eaten, not babied like a pet.