"True. Lots of you unfortunate soft ones here," the lizard remarks, absolutely deadpan. Her jaw parts slightly, tongue lolling out and back in with a deliberate motion. "But I'm used to that."

She backs off from the stove as he joins her on this side, gathering up all the dead frogs with a sweep of her tail and transferring them to the nearest worktop. She-- okay, she downs one more of them raw and whole, but even as she does that she's pulling a knife out of a sheathe on her leather belt.

Using both the knife and her claws, she starts cleaning the frogs to be cooked.