The bicep is totally the drumstick equivalent. Who: Alejandro and Melia When: Late afternoon Where: The lake! What:Awesomeness. Probably.
The endless rains over the town of Scarlet Oak had driven Melia nearly out of her mind with boredom; going out in the rain as a human was next to impossible, as she had very little in the way of rainproof gear to keep her legs dry and thus from dumping her fins-first into the nearest puddle with her secret blown sky-high. So she'd stayed mostly in the lake she'd chosen to call home, with a brief day jaunt out to one of the giant lakes for sheer lack of anything else to do. As luck would have it, there'd been no rain where she'd ended up, and she'd been able to snag a human who'd wandered too close to the edge of the dock under which she lurked.
All right; maybe he'd only wandered so close to the edge - and then over the edge, and then underneath it - because she'd been humming a sweet little tune designed to make him do exactly that, but Melia was hardly about to split hairs.
The point was, she'd scored a human, far enough away from her lake and the town surrounding it that humans who might miss this one wouldn't be able to connect the two. Which was where Melia preferred to do most of her hunting, anyway; she didn't want to spoil or draw attention to the little lake that she'd called home until she was good and ready to leave it. So she'd towed the now-dead human all the way back to her lake and had spent the rest of the rainstorm being positively gluttonous - she held herself back from hunting as much as she wanted to out of self-preservation, and the body wasn't going to last all that long, anyway. She liked her humans before the water made them too mushy and soft.
So when the day broke sunny and warm, the first thing she did was go out and poke around the town a bit, but not before ripping off the arm of the human - one of the few bits she had left - and hiding it under a pile of rocks. The weight would keep other natural predators from stealing the meat, and it would give the sun time to dry it off a little, warm it up and make it tastier when she got back from her excursion. Satisfied that it wouldn't go anywhere, Melia headed off to town, where she amused herself for most of the day by poking around in various human shops and other points of interest. But eventually she got bored and hungry, and decided to head back to the lake instead of grabbing one of the humans around her for lunch.
Once back at the lake, she stripped and hid her clothing in their customary places, retrieved the now-dry human arm from under its pile of rocks (where it had remained undisturbed, she was pleased to note), and plopped herself down on some larger boulders near a deep place where she could dive in a hurry. She shifted back to fins, sighing in relief - legs could feel extremely strange and uncomfortable after a while when she'd gone a while without - and paused briefly to admire the way her scales sparkled blue-green in the light. The most important thing, however, was that she now had her nice, useful, sharp claws, and she set about stripping the human skin off and tossing it backwards over her shoulder into the bushes. It was too fatty and she didn't like the taste; Melia was in a hurry to get to the nice, meaty bicep beneath.