Oystercatcher Tide Pools rock lobster

he looked over at her, a shadow passing over his face, but said nothing in response, instead watching as she pulled the oyster from the pool. govinda gave her a beaming smile of congratulations, his maw opening in a chuckle as she asked the question. it's a very delicate process, he told her, moving close to place the toes of his paw over the shell, to keep it still.

you have to work at the seam with your teeth, he explained, then bent his head, beginning to work at the edge with his fangs. bit by bit--it felt nice, like gnawing a bone, but more gently--he began to work the oyster apart, until at last it was halved. he pulled the top away and set it aside, gazing down at the exposed liquid, the meat within.

do you know how to eat it? govinda asked, lifting his eyes toward hamartia. i'll leave the prize to you, since you found it. he stepped back, the grin fading into something contemplative as he waited for the woman to whet her appetite.