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"What even are these?" Cucali held a baby up by the leg, raising a brow as it kicked at her.

"I, I don't know. I think they might be larva."

"What, like grubs?"

"I guess so..."

"Shit," Cucali grinned, "we should make grubsauce!"

Paloma turned one of the babies rightside up, holding it by the skull as it cried. She didn't look concerned - she just looked confused. "I don't know. They, they're definitely not grub larva."

"Way too fuckin' loud for that, yeah."

"So are you sure they'd taste the same?"

"Are you scarrrrred, Mossy?" Cucali winked. "Live a little! They're proooobably not poisonous!"

"And if they are?"

"I'll have you try 'em first, duuuh! What do you think I keep you around for?!"

Paloma looked around Cucali's kitchen. "Do you even have a tenderiser around her-- ouch!" The baby had bitten her thumb with its growing milk teeth. She dropped it to the ground as she held her hand to her chest.

"That's why you don't hold 'em by the head, moron! You'd think you never prepared grub before!"

"Well actually, um..."

"Oh my god, you really haven't, have you?!"

"Grubmeat is expensive, let alone live grubs!"

In the end, science proved that weird pink larva things weren't poisonous.