"I'm sure there are those who would, should we lack any other source of protein. Maybe there are even a few obligate carnivores among the passengers. Who knows."

Aden would if he was starving too, he supposed. Desperate men didn't get to be picky. But as of right this moment, he was more irritated about the mess than concerned about whether or not he'd have to be a herbivore for the foreseeable future, depending on what the other available ingredients to cook with were like. And without desperation, he'd never even consider killing and cooking a frog.

"Thank you," He said as the other man held the makeshift bag out, popping the struggling frog down in there with the rest.

He moved over to the ovens, reaching in to pluck the frogs that had ended up in there out, moving to deposit them in the bag too.

"I think our primary concern right now though is catching them all before they can create more mischief. Once we're done with the critter roundup you can think about what to do with our little friends."

Normally he might have just turned and wandered right back out- leaving it to be someone else's mess to deal with. But this was the kitchen, and as far as Aden was concerned, the kitchen was a holy land where all his troubles seemed far away. He wondered how long it would take for him to clean everything once the froggy flurry had been dealt with.

"You seemed content to chase them down yourself, but I think this'll go faster if you have another pair of hands to help."