The good kind. Lots of em. This was commissioned by the daughter of the man in the bottom of the painting. She was young when the photo-reference was taken, but she recalled eating very well that year. I reckoned all that crab was good eating and she said, “no, we didn’t eat the crab, we actually went out to eat at restaurants with the money dad made from selling all that crab.” I stand corrected. And pass the butter.