[ Keaton doesn't doubt Minato for a second. Someone like this is clearly motivated by the prospect of eating all the food that he can, which is crazy--- he doesn't look like the kind that could pack away that much, but perhaps he does a lot of things that lets him burn it all off?

Human biology: a true mystery. ]

Through here?

[ Boom. He flings the doors wide open with gusto! Who cares if he almost takes out a wandering chef who looks done for the day and probably done for a while, especially after Keaton's tail nearly decks him. ]

Okay! So, we need one piece of meat. Any will do. I'll look for all the right seasonings, okay?

[ A beat: ]

Oh. Uh... you have a strong stomach, right?

[ He's trying to warn the poor guy. Not that he probably needs it. ]