Seren walked alongside the others as the containers were carried back toward camp, her gaze lingering dryly on the enormous shells that only hours ago had belonged to something actively trying to kill them. Now that they were becoming cookware, she couldn't help but find a strange satisfaction in the transformation.
"I am fairly certain this creature is contributing more to the camp dead than it ever would have alive," she observed. As the containers of meat were sealed and stored, she watched the shells being cleaned and stacked, realizing that this was how settlements truly emerged from difficult places. Not through any grand plans, but through hundreds of small decisions made one day at a time.
"Bowls would be useful," she agreed, a faint smile touching her lips.
"And if the shells are as durable as they appear, they will likely last longer than anything we could improvise from wood. Though I admit there is something amusing about eating crab soup from a bowl made out of crab." Turning her attention toward Mugen, she noted that after surviving on limited supplies for so long, their very definitions of luxury had shifted. A little spice was suddenly exciting, soup was an event, and a proper bowl was an improvement worth celebrating.
"As for the seasoning, I suspect we are reaching the point where almost anything different will feel luxurious."
Her gaze drifted back to the storage containers as her smile widened slightly, a quiet anticipation settling over her for what the morning would bring.
"Personally, I am looking forward to discovering whether all of this effort results in excellent crab cakes or a cautionary tale," she added, the light of the camp reflecting in her eyes.
"Either way, tomorrow should be memorable."
Jesse Organa