You've probably been wondering how Girry will figure out the difference between the males and females. Well, I'd like to say it was simple. But I won't.

  You see, the crabs have an unusual mating ritual. It involves a dance, a series of grunts and a few well placed bites. Nothing too serious. However, unlike most creatures, it's the females that do this ritual. Once a male chooses a female, the mating begins.

  Girry watched for a long time before finally noticing. Long enough for a female to consider him.

  He then had to learn the best way to differentiate them. It wasn't until a week later that he finally figured it out. The females had slightly longer hair, gossiped, and had a tiny translucent circle underneath them. The males didn't.

  Pleased with his findings, he moved on to the recipes. At first, he had Billy tasting them, but it accomplished nothing. See, he couldn't understand whether Billy liked something or not. However, Billy only ever tilted his head, scratched his neck, and performed a triple frontflip into a handstand whilst riding a unicycle.

  Since none of that information was useful for cooking, Girry instead gave him a score out of ten. It was a perfect six and three quarters.

  Due to the acrobatics of his new furry friend, Girry forgot about the taste testing. He instead moved on to other recipes and graciously shared one of them online.

  You start by boiling a pot of water and add one smoked potato, a spice root, three cups of singing grass, and half a hover fruit. Cook for one week — keeping it topped up with water — then fish out the ingredients.

  Once you have a clear broth, you caramelize exactly one crying root. Then fry half of an adult rough-scaled bird, not a chick, then shred it. Add everything into your broth and bring it to a boil.

  You'll notice it change color from red to blue. When that happens, move quickly and toss in your crabs. If you've done it correctly, then you're still alive.

  Leave it to cook for another six hours, then serve in a bowl with bread and a glass of crumb flavored beetle juice.

  This is also the recipe that Girry had chosen for his stall. The only difference is that he adds a secret ingredient and had to guard the pot from Billy.

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  After a few weeks, Girry felt confident in the dish and opened the stall for business.

  A rather sun burnt creature missing an eye pulled up, spat, and sat down, "Yo, chuck me a crab meal, cooky."

  Girry nodded once, slid a bowl in front of him, leashed Billy, and gave him a spoon to keep him occupied. Billy ate the spoon and went to sleep.

  The man eating his meal watched for a moment. He had four black eyes. One missing. Two slits act as nostrils. His skin is a neutral grey with green highlights, and had four very long arms with the lower pair used for movement.

  As he chewed on a crab, he spat again, frowned, blinked, blew his nose, and finally spoke, "So... whas dat creature, hey?"

  Girry shrugged, "Dunno. Met the teeny fella when I went to gather these ingredients." He pointed to the pot.

  "Dat so?" he said, scratching his chin. "What system, hey?"

  "Ah, this system here," he pointed down, "over in sector OTQB-1." Scratching his head. "If my memory works, it's a teeny purple planet called Dot."

  "Hmmm, might haveta visit, hey." He muttered.

  He stared for a moment, slammed money on the table, said thanks, and moon walked back to his ship.

  Girry watched him leave, counted the money, and turned to Billy, who was busy sleeping mid handstand. So, he placed another spoon nearby and refilled the pot with food.

  The rest of the day was rather quiet. Only one interesting customer sat at his stall, a bright pink fur ball with green glowing eyes, small limbs, and spikey teeth. Girry had to chase it away with a half-eaten spoon since it tried to eat Billy.

  Scents of grass, roots, and crab wafted from the stall and filled the solar system. The planet that Girry orbits made a satisfied sigh...

  But, for the first day of Girry's new dish, it was a success. As he stared at the pot of blue stew, he got an idea. Grabbing a sign, a marker, a couple of nails, and a brown stone hammer, he wrote and hung a sign outside.

  "Hungry fer crabs? Then pop in and have a bowl of Girry's blue crab stew! The only crabs in the universe that won't make ya itch!"