Good, that cuts down on the time spent smelling food while it's cooking and dreaming about eating it.
[He grins, stumbles a few times on his way to the mangroves, but it's nothing he can't recover from. Ah, to be young and incredibly durable.
Once near the edge of the deep green river of trees but still a good few yards away, he taps himself on the chest with a single word of "Calm", then sets the box down without a single rattle of its contents. If there are crabs here, he needs to get them before they bolt; they're so much more timid than fish. They react quickly to shifting light patterns so he's certainly not perfectly stealthy, but the lack of sound helps. Some of the smaller crabs, maroon with bright white claws, skitter away and hide in the roots as he steps forward, but the one he reaches for is higher up and wedged between the trunk and a branch. Before it can launch itself down into the brackish water he grabs it. A palm-sized snack for someone his size, but tasty enough, and after a few minutes back and forth he has three more in the box, all captured without a sound. They grab at each other, ignorant of their approaching demise, and Rosinante grins as he taps himself again to cancel the silence.]
Do you think you can get a fire started? These probably aren't any good raw but we can just grill them.
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[He grins, stumbles a few times on his way to the mangroves, but it's nothing he can't recover from. Ah, to be young and incredibly durable.
Once near the edge of the deep green river of trees but still a good few yards away, he taps himself on the chest with a single word of "Calm", then sets the box down without a single rattle of its contents. If there are crabs here, he needs to get them before they bolt; they're so much more timid than fish. They react quickly to shifting light patterns so he's certainly not perfectly stealthy, but the lack of sound helps. Some of the smaller crabs, maroon with bright white claws, skitter away and hide in the roots as he steps forward, but the one he reaches for is higher up and wedged between the trunk and a branch. Before it can launch itself down into the brackish water he grabs it. A palm-sized snack for someone his size, but tasty enough, and after a few minutes back and forth he has three more in the box, all captured without a sound. They grab at each other, ignorant of their approaching demise, and Rosinante grins as he taps himself again to cancel the silence.]
Do you think you can get a fire started? These probably aren't any good raw but we can just grill them.