Stavanger Bay I'm gonna lay my favorite shirt out neat

Her gaze turned to the source of greeting, her tongue swiping out to lick her throbbing nose.
"Crabs, eh?" She repeated, looking back to the creature that sat prone, probably reveling in its tiny victory over her. 

"Pequeño diablo." She bestowed the name on the thing. Crab. She scrunched her nose up at it, a fresh wave of throbbing accompanied the movement. She looked back to her accomplice, wanting to know more about him.
"So I was correct in assuming it was edible." Useful information if she was to live a coastal life like Val was hell-bent on. She gave the man an off-hand grin, "What's your name then, ocean man?" She teased since he clearly knew more about this territory than she.