"No," he says with a breathy laugh. "It is not. But you will have to adapt to that quickly." He considers telling her that he wasn't born with these wings, that they were given to him here, but on second thought... that might scare her too much to hear.

"It's a pleasure, Clarissa. I am Peter Smith. As for the crab..." he shakes his head at it while it continues trying to pinch him. "I haven't the foggiest idea. I don't know if someone thought to do it as a prank, or if it might have acquired the knife all on its own. But I think we'd better get it back to its home all the same."