She's going to crystallize samples of each and look askance at the mushrooms, but reluctantly eat them nonetheless if they end up going to her.

"Wonder how that happened.  Six-limb structures in spine-having creatures are pretty unusual where I'm from."

"Some animals here are just weird? That thing was like, part bird and part rat or something?" A Gabe says.

"Are you making us eat part rat?" One of the Claudias protests.

"Rodent, squirrel, whatever. You can be picky if you kill one of the hogs." The other Gabe says.

"Why spine-having creatures would have trouble with six limbs?"

"It's not about trouble, per se, it's about how they came to be.

"...fuck, you've got feral hogs?  Alright, new crash project, we need some boar spears in case they get pissed."

"And meat's meat, people; everything's living in the same environment.  Hell, insects are decent protein, though I admit I'm squicked at eating them too."

"They chased us off of a cave that we were trying to use as a shelter," The other Claudia explains. "Didn't hurt anyone, but mostly because they were loud and smelly." She bites into her abominable bird-rodent meat, making the other other Claudia scowl.

"The plan was to try our hands at fishing or whatever is the oyster equivalent first. As a source of protein, that is."

Lucy's a bit busy making a boar spear to properly respond to that explanation, a dozen-foot-long mixed metal-and-wood construction that has the back half threaded to unscrew, with her best guess at proper wood treatments - for all that that's not much.  She adds rubber grips, sourcing rubber from a hairbrush, and then focuses her attention upon the point of the spear and the boarproofing that gives it its name: wings of steel, specially braced further down the shaft to keep a boar from running itself through to try and gore-slash-maul someone.

Boars are fucking hardcore, and even though these are semi-domesticated ones, she doesn't trust that to stop them from trying anyway out of spite.

They're going to need three of these things.  At least.

"Clamming's a lot easier than personal-scale fishing, from what I know of their reputations; I've never done either properly but I've ever been fishing and you really don't turn up many fish for the effort."

She puts her hand on the growing shaft after it becomes clear what it is meant to be, but before it gets too big. "The boars - and no other animals - haven't come this close from the cloning crystal. So it's not urgent for tonight."

"We don't have that much experience with swimming. Not in years. And much less with surviving from nature."

"I'm doing at least one now, because otherwise I'll forget, but I'll spread out the work if y'all think it wise.

"...Swimming isn't that hard, is it?  Especially when you can make a knockoff diving helmet with - oh, but that would take extra effort.  Hmm.  Can crystals be automated?"

"Okay... but don't go hunting for boars."

"Even if we could make a helmet, oceans have currents that can drag you away. Or you can be attacked by fish. Or slip on slippery rocks. Or cut yourself on rocks."

"Gods, no, these are primarily defensive tools.

"...well.  No, they're weapons, but I'm making them as a prophylactic, rather than intending to need them whatsoever."

"...Yes, if you're swimming out that far with no rope you're plausibly fucked, but no, what are you doing seeding your ecosystems with human-predating fish?!

"And can crystalwork be automated?"

"Oh, sorry. Crystalwork can be automated. You can make crystals that build things in a way over time. And you can even make the crystals responsive to certain conditions. See the cloning crystal lifeboat. Though, you would want to put the crystal under nice sunlight or heat. Though, I am not sure how much of that is crystal techniques that everyone has access to, or some weird crystal with a metapower. It wasn't something publicly known."

"And fish don't need to find humans a good meal. They just need to be - when confronted to a human - willing to bite for whatever reason. And then we would be hurt. And recreating an entire planet's worth of life is already a difficult task if you are not constraining yourself to only the things that are human safe."

"Or maybe we are overzealous. We mostly haven't been desperate enough to risk it, yet." Adds the other Vera.

"Mm, yes, I remember sharks being human-bitey mostly out of curiosity of all things.  But yes, it's generally better to avoid taking unnecessary risks."

"I think I remember something like that? Though, I think the main risk would be animals getting defensive if we come too close. There might not actually be sharks. I am not taking risks to find out too soon."

"The true secret of shark survival: Stay the fuck away from the sea."

"And if you must go in the sea anyway, then don't look like a seal.  ...Wait, how do we even have the same animals?"

Headtilt. "I don't know. But you do look human. Also, didn't you say that you didn't have six-limb animals?"

"No six-limbed, naturally occurring, vertebrate animals.  These animals are un-naturally occurring; therefore, they don't count."

"Oh, fair. Maybe it is the translation magic? Though, there is the fact that you look entirely human and you didn't mention us not looking human as-you-know-them."

"And you did get a full look."

"Don't make her uncomfortable."