Stavanger Bay fade

had sentinel witnessed the pale girl's grimace, the doubt she assumes might have been a reality; as it stands, the mayfair finds himself stifling a laugh at her reassurance. good pissy, he thinks wryly, got it. perhaps slightly inspired toward skepticism by her words, he watches with wide eyes as she fractures the glistening shell with her teeth. the split reveals a strangely pale sort of meat of a texture he's never seen before, and the scent is... odd; his mind wars to decide if the briny smell is enticing or nauseating. he glances back to the other and, seeing her satisfaction, offers a smile. his gaze flicks back to the strange creature between them at her suggestion; he hesitates only a moment, casting her a grateful glance before he leans in to sniff the pale meat and, after another moment, take a small mouthful. he holds it gingerly in his jaws as he steps back, eyeing the creature a little warily and tasting the meat slowly before he dares to chew. the meat is soft and tastes of the ocean. he's never had anything like it before. his tail swishes slightly as he glances back to his friend, offering another smile. good pissy, his expression confirms.