No. Crabs can go straight to hell, back where they came from.

"I can't even think about food right now," Rialynn admitted, chuckling. If she hadn't been in a couple of battles prior to coming to this world, she probably would have thrown up from sheer anxiety. But she'd traded blows with the occasional monster and felt as prepared as she could be for whatever came next. "But you're right. It's been a long time since we celebrated with a good feast." She tapped the butt of her fiddle against his concertina in a sort of makeshift high five.

"Let's do it."