Otatso Wetlands Frog hunting.

When she looked up at him, it wasn't with malice or fear towards his pedigree, which he expected at all times but was glad when it wasn't the case. Boone wanted nothing more than to be a social creature, even if his upbringing had not elicited a social life. He smiled slightly, if only because his mother had taught him it was the polite thing to do.

"Nah. Never snacked on no frogs before," he drawled, stepping closer to her but keeping a comfortable distance so that she would not feel threatened... or so he would not easily be physically rebuffed. "Where I come from the frogs are poison and the toads make you hallucinate," he smirked and shrugged, having never been interested in amphibian snacking before.

"They any good?"