Takao does not point it out again, Midorima knows, and he said his piece, so instead, he listens through the explanation to the point that the food is okay and shouldn't make him weird at the least. He takes his first bite as Midorima is still talking, it's okay, not as good as his mom's, but it's better than the turkey sandwich earlier because he is with his best friend and it's his favorite food. Those two things go a long way to making him feel settled again and to distracting his mind that this is any other night after practice, where they stopped for food.

"They get it up for us like that, huh?" What is with this place, they sure love earthlings is what he means. Takao does not mind; he is eating himself slowly. It's the normalcy of the act he is clinging to more than the food.

"What does he sell?" Takao will heed the warning of course because he is not looking to get caught up in anything weird like he did on the beach earlier if he can avoid it. He is coming up with a wild list in his head of what a traveling salesman with questionable wares could come up with.

"Why, what's he going to do sell me into sexual slavery?" Bad taste joke is bad. It even leaves a bad taste in his mouth. Because he worries that could be a possibility. At first thought it seems laughable, then he considers everything that has happened and wrinkles his nose. Hr raises a hand before Midorima can answer that as if staying stop, don't.

"Don't answer that; I will stay away." Because Takao Kazunari is no one's slave, not even his own body, he will do who and what he wants, screw the rest of this business.