Would she? That was complicated. If someone liked him, he didn't want to eat them. Even if they were probably really tasty. But on the other hand, she probably wouldn't want to let him eat her anyway.

"Is she here?" He would like to meet someone who liked him. He wrinkled his nose at the explanation and some of his tendrils curled inwards in disgust. "I don't like dried. It hurts. But Aby likes dried. They like to stay up under The Sun... That's the big light... and get all dried and come back in the cool to get --undried. They are very cute but I don't understand them."

He wasn't sure she wasn't a crab. Because she looked like a crab. But he'd never known a crab to say anything. So maybe she was just using crab claws like crabs use anemones. That made him happy.

"I'm Keeper. I'm from the Deep. Are we friends?"