Henn was still comfortably sprawled, taking up her corner of the tablecloth-blanket, fully intent on playing seagull and just stealing bites from everyone else when they weren't looking.
She grinned at the lobster-splitting suggestion, tagging Sable's shoulder, just once, "Dibs on the legs!" And then she shrugged, "Unless you really want them, I'm not picky and I don't eat much, I mostly just like playing with them."