"I mean, it would probably be rather chewy raw?" Claudia wrinkles her nose and wiggles the tip again, fascinated by how floppy it is. She turns back to the basket. Maybe they have something a little less, uh, uncomfortable to behold in here.

"But, if we're out of our depth on the, um..." A vague gesture toward the geoduck on the table. "We also have corndogs, bananas, uh—whatever this is, and..." Claudia removes each ingredient from the basket, one by one, stacking them on their workspace. "Are these just testicles? Are we cooking with testicles?"

Honestly? Way to stick to a theme, P.