"You can cut the fish, those slabs there. Cubed." Ten answers, reaching over to gently push the very-much-fish just-different-color slabs towards Luka. There's a soft scraping as he pushes the slabs with the side of his own blade.

Then he turns back towards the ginger to start very, very carefully scraping the outside of them off. The moment the outer layer is removed, they start to glow and they smell quite strongly of cinnamon.

"They'll die if they're not in there. I don't think they're awake but no one really knows for sure." He continues, setting aside one now-glowing-ginger before taking another.

Off to the side is a little pile of ginger peel scraps; maybe put your stuff there, Gyre? But then Ten pauses, blinking all ten of his eyes before locking five of them onto him.

"Did you mean these. Why wouldn't it be safe." He follows-up.