As the boy spun to catch the tongue Aksel realized suddenly that the male seemed really familair. He could've sworn he'd seen this boy somewhere before but?. where? Not one to be perturbed by a ruined prank Aksel pranced out from his hiding place with a grin plastered on his mischievous little face. "Nice catch!" Aksel paused for a moment to study the stranger, memories tickled the back of his mind as he tried desperately to put a name to the face. Nothing was coming though.
"A bullfrog tongue! They're tasty, I haven't eaten the legs yet if you want one, they're the best part." He gestured casually behind him to the crop of freshly killed frogs. "Say, this is driving me crazy but you look really, really familiar. Have we met before? My name is Aksel Frost."
