Marius feels like he ought to be revolted; he ought to lose his appetite at the very mention of newt eyes and frog toes. His grandfather would curl his lip and disgust and condemn the very notion. Perhaps that's why, when his eyes widen in curiosity, he stuffs more of the sandwiches into his mouth and leans in closer, like an actual child hanging onto the words of the most fantastic story.

"Tell me more?" He asks, unable to keep from grinning at Rat wriggling his fingers.