Heron Lake Plateau you're an ancient ruin, a symbol of hubris and decay

Awright, Mag wasn't about to ignore the bulbous, fat, lovely frogs which sat piled before the two of them.

She hurried to divide up the remains: the one missing a leg paired up with the smaller frog, while the third - the fattest - set apart. She took the smallest of the frogs and eagerly crunched through the leg bones.

Her teeth sliced through the body and within a few minutes, the frog was no more. She slurped the last of it to the back of her throat for a forceful swallow, then looked to Veran.

Take the plump one! Ya earned that. Cue a small fishy burp, and a toothy grin. Whether he ate now or not, Mag would go on to direct his attention to the pile of horsetail.

Ya seen this stuff a'fore? Everywhere in bogs. Everywhere! She plucked one from the pile and set it before him like a stick, then licked her lips. Chewin' on 'em is helpful for passin' things - like uhh, kidney stones, or fer old people what needs the help to piss. But! Too much makes for the worst shits.

Not the best dinner conversation, but, a lesson was a lesson.