Sable bounces over to the fire and crouches down in the sand, using some metal wire basket thingy to scoop out the clams whose shells hve split open. "Y'all can come get some now," she chirps. "There all kinds of sauces and stuff too..." She points over to a pile of bottles near the water -- tartar sauce, tabasco, a couple of more unusual things like mango hot sauce...
"Lobsters oughta be done too. Figured we'd split 'em... up to you guys who you'd rather share with."