“Crab cake.” She repeats, head cocking to one side in the way that cats tend to do. The others sound self-explanatory enough, but the idea of a crab-shaped cake…or a cake shaped crab? It’s too amusing to let go of.

“Pot pie?” She blinks a few times more. “Oh, so it isn’t a sweet cake. I did think that was a bit strange. Pot pie…pot pie is something the Ala Mhigans like to make! A really thick stew with bread on the top, correct? They really do enjoy their breads…so, this crab cake must be the same, no?”