Wen Ning carefully reaches over and picks up one of the frogs. He cups it in the palm of his hand as though it might fall apart if he isn't careful. With his other hand he gently prods at one of its eyes, fascinated.

Then he breaks off the eye and eats it. There's an instant where he feels bad, then the whole situation becomes funny to him. What is he doing? It's just cutely shaped food. He's acting like a child.

Laughing a little, he eats the other eye too. "I've eaten actual frog before," he admits. "They're not this tasty. B-but then, I didn't have much to season it with."