Private Finished It'll All Workout in the End

Oz glanced away, unsure how to interpret the pinkening of Kon. The joke brought his attention back, and was easier to react and focus on. "You're the one who offered." He said, and it was a weak excuse. The fur on Kon's hands and forearms were soft though. Shit. Oz caught the look on their instructor's face and gently tugged on Kon's hand to lead them out.

"Where did you want to eat? Pick a place and I'll buy." Wherever Kon would pick would be fine by him. No matter what the food was, so long as it looked good or tasty it wouldn't offer any nutrition.

"If that's what you wish then that's where we'll go." Oz said, silently grateful Kon skipped on the fancier sounding place. They were dressed in gym clothes still after all. The Meatery would be fine, and Oz knew the location already. As they left the gym he tried not to think too much about holding Kon's hand. When had he turned back the wheel of time to when he was an awkward and sweaty teenager? Hells.

"Where does one ethically source Kracken?" He wondered out loud. Keep his mind off. . . things. "I suppose they can regrow limbs but where would they keep one and how fast to limbs regrow? Human I can understand with the amount of shape-changers or those with regeneration powers."

It seemed like one of those things about life on the island. You never thought too deeply about certain things, and often times one could never be sure if they really wished to know the truth or not. Often, it was best to leave things at face value. "I've no doubt the island has a deep and complex meat industry." Space and dimensional sourcing not withstanding, but Oz did see a chance to tease Kon some. "Perhaps people like you are more common than you thought.

"And they're the ones who turn into krackens or other exotic animals. Taking advantage of demand, making more money than you."

Oz blinked, caught-off guard by Kon's passionate and detailed rant. It was kinda hot. Hells. "I had not considered that." Oz said, still mulling over everything Kon said. It was a lot to take in. He knew shifters would make donations to hospitals in clinics but it had not occurred to him that the job would require detail knowledge of biology. Something that should have been obvious in hindsight.

"My apologizes." Oz said, properly chided. And damn, he also liked that look Kon wore. "Ah, um, I would hope you have no plans to crash the market." He finished lamely. He tried to recover by going back to where this conversation started. "The bakery owner might be kind and tell us where he sources his kracken meat from and that would be one mystery solved."

"Should a meatery have mystery?" Oz questioned. A shady meat business didn't sound too appealing. . . but he supposed the mysterious origins would make for excellent nutrition for him. Nothing quite soured the appetite like not knowing exactly what one was consuming. "But yes, island consumers appreciate openness and honesty with product."

Ah, but perhaps business talk was boring. Ah, and he was still holding Kon's hand. This intimacy. . . it was entirely new to Oz. He had wondered if Kon was coming on to him, but now thought if he should, well, ask Kon out. Great, now he was really nervous.