"I'm not going to eat them," Terrence said, laughing too. He teased Quaffle with the purple one he was holding, not letting the two get close enough to do any damage to each other. "Should probably get a fishtank or something for them if I'm going to keep them around, I guess? Design some other races, obstacle courses..."
He trailed off, considering the crab in his hand, its beady eyes and white and blue shell, the jointed legs. "We're going to have fun, you and me," he said with a grin. "Might as well go ahead and give them names, since I've got no plans to have 'em for dinner."