On a scale from normal to why is this happening to me, Aden would say this counted as rather normal if somewhat unexpected. A kitchen full of frogs and powers that he was familiar with but didn't possess himself ranked fairly low on the strangeness scale, really. The train itself was much the same, despite the fact that he resented being on it in the first place.

"Sure," He said, delivering the affirmation in a neutral almost disinterested tone, moving to fetch a large stock pot with a lid. Given that he'd heard that exclamation about knowing so many recipes for the frogs, it seemed the logical choice if the amphibians were going to get cooked anyway.

"You're really going to eat them?"

Aden wouldn't call himself particularly picky when it came to food- if anything, he considered himself the adventurous sort. Frogs though. He couldn't say he was a fan conceptually. Maybe if the choice was between cooking and eating a frog and starvation. But then, he felt much the same about some other dishes popular in the wider galaxy too.

"Is it true that they taste similar to poultry when cooked?"