"Considering you're not dead from touching them, I'd say there's a good chance they're edible," Came the admittedly somewhat snarky toned reply from the latest witness to the frogmageddon currently sweeping through the kitchen. Whatever Aden had expected to see upon entering the kitchen on this particular day- and he'd come to expect a lot of different things, really- this wasn't one of them.

A blue hand shot out to catch a runaway amphibian making a dash to escape the kitchen, fingers curling around the small creature lightly so as to not harm it despite his remark that they might just end up being lunch.

"Oh look, we even have a few volunteers," He added, in much the same tone as he tilted his head toward the frogs that had decided that the ovens were a good and safe place to hang out for a time, "Not that I'm volunteering to try and cook them."

While he'd learned to be less than picky about what he turned into a meal, there was a few limits to how adventurous he felt like being. And so, he gestured vaguely toward the other man and his makeshift bag full of frogs with the hand currently holding the squirming almost-escapee, "May I?"

He was already gathering them up in there, after all. Better that than just putting the frog he'd snatched up back down to make more mischief.