Moonspear Porto

Toad maintained a shocked expression, making faces as Sialuk explained that it was the crunchy bones that made the meal. NO, she answered in the way a girl might answer her brother telling her she liked eating mud. Toad stuck her tongue out at the thought of mud in her mouth. It's not just water it's like grimy and weird tasting in the fish, she explained. It was true that lake fish had a peculiar flavour to them that reminded her of the way the lakeshore smelled. As a lady of refinement, she started, speaking in a faux British accent, standing tall and keeping her head high, I much prefer river water.

Toad she her eyes, as though the mere mention of lake water was offensive. She opened one eye to peek at Sialuk, a smile breaking through to show she was only kidding.