Viriya is an odd one. She wants to fill our precious waters with mudcrabs. Mudcrabs! Crabs are not fish. They do not swim. They do not smile.
You cannot speak to a mudcrab. They cannot hold a conversation in their knobbly little pincers. They are clumsy creatures, but more importantly, they are unhappy creatures, dour and sunless like the soil in which they sleep.
Ours is to wonder if Viriya is not well, to suggest such a thing.