At some point Carloni accepts what ever crocodile meat is offered and adds it to the stew, then serves out bowls for everyone with some bread. For those that eat, it tastes something akin to a low country boil or a gumbo due to the spices used.

Old Scarengi nods to Grey.

"My daughter, can see what was, what is unknown, and what is to be.... a river flows from the mountain to the ocean, we may not know the path the river will take, but we know the river will eventually get to the ocean, the water content may change, the amount of water may change, but eventually it will get to the end."

Scargeni takes a bite from his bowl of Chilone

"My daughter tells me that there are events that will happen no matter what, and others.... that are still changing, even as we speak. Does that make sense?"