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Moving in over a weekend had been a great idea, and having someone else unpack his things an even better one. His kitchen had not been in perfect order, but he had managed to get things where he wanted them after a late night, and thanks to the food his Mother had sent along he had not needed to cook before he could go get ingredients.

Most ingredients had come with him in the move, but there was always the need for fresh produce and meat. It would be a hike to go into town every day for ingredients, but on the other hand it would be more than enough exercise and he wouldn't have to worry about wasting any time in the gym. And there was always the possibility that with enough money he could get his groceries delivered instead, though he could already hear his mother admonishing him for not choosing his own ingredients to make sure he got the cream of the crop. No, walks into town it would have to be.

Then, out of the corner of his eye he saw a bit of fur and a flash of movement, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Or he could just find his ingredients on campus. Hunting wasn't his strong point, but he could make a delicious stew with some of the ingredients he already had if he managed to capture his protein. "You're a nice looking rabbit," he mostly muttered to himself. "Large enough I'd almost wonder if you were someone's pet, but I don't see anyone else around, do you? Now then, just stay still, stay still."

His voice he kept low and even, creeping ever closer to the rabbit and hoping it wouldn't move. Mostly since he really had no clue as to how hunting really worked.

The rabbit must have sensed him, because the next thing he knew it was hopping away from him. Sacha let out a huff but knew not all was lost. Yet. There was still a chance that he could capture it, and it might even taste better if he was the one to catch it.

The scream was confusing, especially as it seemed to come from the rabbit, and minipets couldn't scream like that. But it wasn't enough to completely deter him.

Not even the fact that it had apparently sought out a hiding place would deter him. "An umbrella can't protect you," he stated quietly, and then he lunged, hoping against hope that he wouldn't end up with nasty stains all over his apron.

The umbrella barely caught him, but in the confusion and chaos Sacha didn't even try to do anything about it, instead face-planting into the grass utterly gracelessly. Spluttering he sat up, clawing at his mouth as if the taste of grass and dirt offended him.

It did.

"You're not a minipet," he pointed out rather uselessly, but he was still trying to come to terms with the idea. He had just attacked a random person (his mother's voice in his head coolly suggested potential customer) and had been about to eat them. Now, he had heard the theories that Fear from actual Halloween citizens was much richer than that of minipets, but he wasn't actually trying to test that theory. "I didn't know it was you yelling," he said, staring at her and trying to take it all in. It was easy enough to tell it was her, she had the ears to connect her to the fluffy and tender looking creature he'd been chasing. "Sorry about that I guess. But I mean, really, what were you doing just roaming around as a rabbit? Don't you think that's a little dangerous? Anyone could have made the same mistake."

Annoyance rising the more he thought about it (this definitely wasn't all his fault) he reached into his pocket and pulled out a lollipop. He unwrapped it and popped it in, staring at her all the while.

Perhaps she did have a point with the whole "they could be a mini pet" nonsense, but Sacha still wasn't ready to admit that he was completely in the wrong. "They could wear a collar," he pointed out, looking down to not only avoid her gaze but to take stock of his apron and chef's jacket, flicking off bits of grass and trying to brush some of the dirt off of himself. "And obviously attacking you was a...misunderstanding. Besides, it sounds like this isn't your first time this has happened." Just a little bit softer (but really not by much) he added "that's a little bit suspicious."

No matter what else happened though, what she said next erased all of it from his mind as he gasped in horror, clutching at his chest with one hand as he shrieked. "Creepateria food?!" The very idea gave him shivers of Fear up his back, and goosebumps raised on his arms. "Why the Jack would I eat creepateria food? I'm not that sort of boil!" A little bit quieter he kept talking, this time his voice utterly earnest. "Do you really think a person like me would eat such food? If you can even call it that?" Then, his tone changed just once more, to pity, and he gave her a look to match. "Have you ever eaten at an actual restaurant?"

One never knew if someone was so unfortunate that they didn't even know what they were missing.

Her logic was, well, it was sound. Not that he would ever admit it, no more than he'd ever wear a collar that wasn't part of some costume. "Just don't blame me if someone else tries to hunt you," he said with scowl. "And I'll try not to attack any bunnies that I think are you. Deal?"

"School food is almost worthless," he declared, a clear look of distaste evident. "There is a reason why restaurant's charge, they have decent food and use decent ingredients. You pay for what you get. Look, it's clear you don't know better about food at least, and I guess I maybe disrupted your day. How about you let me cook for you to show you how things are supposed to be and we just forget all of this? I promise rabbit won't be on the menu."

He took her hand and shook it, mind already whirring with possibilities as she gave him some parameters. This sounded like an easy to please customer. Perfect.