Violet, looking a little worse for wear, had finally managed to track down and grab a murtlap, though getting herself wet and slightly muddy in the process. Now, holding it with both hands (sensibly encased in dragon-hide gloves), she admired the anemone-like growth on its back. She really wished she could get some of those to pickle and try brewing with, but she supposed there was no discreet way to do that in the middle of class.

So--food. Violet herself hated sardines and anchovies, and wasn't much excited by seaweed, so she tried first the food she herself would most like to have eated--prawns. "Here you go," she murmured in a sing-song-like voice, "here's a nice fat prawn for you, fella..." and she gingerly held out the prawn to her murtlap.