[Honestly he would have been very alarmed. They don't really... have frogs around, in his world; instead they have considerably grosser things, so everyone he knows is pretty much used to a higher standard of food cringe than this. Lenka carefully... puts down the frog leg? And gives her a raised eyebrow.]

It's still meat. You don't have to eat it if you don't want to.

[That's actually sincere advice. He's not a picky eater, but if others are, then he'll just pick up the slack? It's community service.]

But I don't think there was any other way to quiet down the frogs, besides catching them.

[He still doesn't really see the issue, cultural differences are hard.]