In a moment. [He's got a few quick ones he can toss into the bucket. The feather-like frills on Fang stick up at the shaking from the jar. She isn't approaching, but her head is at least following along the movement of the jar.]

I just hope all these starfish don't cause the roof to cave in. [A few is fine, but too many...he picks up some of the starfish that have harden into stone.]

You mean make a rock garden with them?