This does bear to mind that she says the word "people" as if she is not included among them. Far be it from him to question such a thing. He cannot rightly name what she is, either.

"Traditionally, yes." He sounds amused as he says it. Of course, he's no cook himself. The extent of his suggestion would simply be to put it to the fire. Perhaps that would reduce the amount of... wet.

"I have no attempted to bite into one myself," he answers honestly, rather sure she is about to bite into it regardless, "raw or otherwise." It's simply too many tentacles. It brings morbols to mind, which he cannot fathom anyone attempting to eat. "If keeping my villain a secret was my intent, I would give no hint nor clue to it." It would eliminate the point of it being a secret, after all. "By all means, you can try. I am sure I can find you some sort of healer if you fall ill to a toxin."

Very reassuring.