[Lucky: the person cooking is the same person who just yelped loud enough for half the beach to hear, over here by this convenient fire pit one of the robots helpfully dug out when asked very nicely. Less lucky: that person is Constantin, and boy, he cannot cook to save his life. His first foray into cooking over an open fire on a beach of all places should not be live crabs, but how hard can it be, right?
Just look— he even has a cooking pot! It even has some water in it! And the rest of the water is soaked down his front, and the crab is down on the ground, snapping at his boots before scuttling a few yards away. The cooking smell was a ruse, it was only the smell of a promising fire pit and a twinkle in Constantin's overly ambitious eye...
Now then, Mr. Doctor who is Not A Doctor: first of all, what? Second,]
I— I dropped the crab, if you can believe it. They are tricky little monsters!
[He's rubbing his hand, the side of which is sporting an angry red welt from Crab Pinches (tm). After a moment he sort of glances this Not A Doctor up and down and gestures... at him.]
i.... :eyes:
Just look— he even has a cooking pot! It even has some water in it! And the rest of the water is soaked down his front, and the crab is down on the ground, snapping at his boots before scuttling a few yards away. The cooking smell was a ruse, it was only the smell of a promising fire pit and a twinkle in Constantin's overly ambitious eye...
Now then, Mr. Doctor who is Not A Doctor: first of all, what? Second,]
I— I dropped the crab, if you can believe it. They are tricky little monsters!
[He's rubbing his hand, the side of which is sporting an angry red welt from Crab Pinches (tm). After a moment he sort of glances this Not A Doctor up and down and gestures... at him.]
Sorry, you are or are not a doctor?