"Okay!" Trudy replies, buoyed by Aristotle's enthusiasm. She pulls out a tupperware container (that will hopefully never be used for food again) out of her bag. "No meat. They were picked mostly clean anyway, so I just finished the job. A careful scourgify is all they really needed." She takes something out of the plastic case and carefully peels back the cloth it's wrapped in. "This one is my favorite. It's a little brown bat." The skull she holds in the palm of her hand could sit on top of a penny, but it's in good condition, with all its sharp little teeth intact. "I'm thinking maybe pendant?" She leans towards the center of the tent, proudly displaying her treasure so that everyone can have a good look.