“Oysters,” Veneza finally answers, talking half at Aislyn and half to the tentacle, grinning at the tentacle’s struggles. “There’s a whole Industrial Revolution’s worth of shit still in this harbor, some so toxic that it nearly killed off the estuary ecosystem. It did kill off the oysters, decades ago, but people started reintroducing them a few years back to help suck up all the gross crap. And guess what you qualify as, Squiggy my squig?”