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It was an interesting presentation, to be sure; Jacob couldn't remember seeing anything quite like it. The lad was a bit of a troublemaker as it was, but he felt comfortable humoring the boy so long as he wasn't disruptive, and he did the work. Right now, he was going on and on his argument about how the ever-present conflict in an ecosystem could be applied to humans, and how the push to evolve was only present if there was something to evolve against, and how by that logic world peace was actually a bad thing...

It may have been been argued partly as a joke, but something deep within Jacob responded. The man frowned, reaching up to rub his head, then inhaled a sharp breath as a familiar burst struck him.

"Only through conflict do we evolve."

It was more than just the words, though. It was an intrinsic feeling attached to them, an importance and drive that was so powerful, so intense, it felt like there was a drumming in his brain. He hadn't even realized he was grimacing until a soft, "Professor?" caught his attention, most of the class looking at him with various shades of concern.

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"Well, that sounds like a challenge."

Smirking just a tad, Jacob immediately reaches for it, making to unwrap and break it in half. If nothing else, a snack may help his blood sugar, at least for the short term until he can get a meal and-or some tea. It certainly wouldn't hurt, he thinks.

"Is this a flavor you're used to, or did it just come in the variety?" Either way, after he takes half from the pack, he's offering the half still within to Ben. For all he knows, Benjiro may enjoy the flavor, but it's the splitting that he's after; he appreciates the company, and unless Ben's in a hurry to leave, doesn't want to give him the feeling he's unwelcome.

[warped_replica]

The adventrous response surprises Ben enough that his lower jaw loosens and his lips barely part with a raise of his dark eyebrows. The flavor combination that Western folk tend to baulk at has become a point for redirection. And here he had just hoped his professor would not be disgusted enough to toss it straight to the trash bin. Recovery of the teen comes with a soft but rather delighted laugh when he picks up the stick snack. He’s really opening it!

The second half offered is enough to draw him right up to the edge of the desk as he accepts it without hesitation. In answer to the query, he motions with his free hand side to side, “A bit of both. I ordered a variety pack, but I used to eat this one when I lived in Japan. There were a few I avoided.”

Rather than crunching the snack immediately, he obeys basic manners enough to take a bite at the same time as his professor. It’s not his favorite, but it’s not bad. Curiosity keeps his gaze on Professor Petty.

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Just goes to show that while he can be knocked down, it's hard to take him out. Proverbially speaking, of course.

"Do I want to know those flavors?" he asks, examining his half of the stick dubiously. Well, it seems like Ben's ready, so one...two...

Crnch.

He chews slowly, expression thoughtful. Finally, he swallows, shaking his head a bit with a wry expression. "You know, it's not the worst thing I've had, but I think I'll pass on a repeat."

[warped_replica]

Not wanting to cause delay, Ben merely shrugs his shoulders as an initial response regarding the other flavors of this particular snack line.

Taking a slow approach to his half portion, he nibbles off a small section to begin. While his own first bite goes down smoothly, he nevertheless has to respect how composed his teacher remains after exposure to the bizzare treat. He nods once, supressing the amusement trying to tug his smile wider.

“Don’t worry, those others taste much better. Artificial, but palatable. Quite unlike the versions of pollock roe, octopus, and vegetable salad. I like my veggies, but a dry crunch with something akin to broccoli just seems unnatural.”

A shift in stance towards one leg brings the edge of his pelvis up against the desk to allow him to lean a small fraction of his weight onto the furniture. Allowing his backpack to slide down off his shoulder in the shift to hang at his elbow, he takes another bite. Once he swallows, he has to inquire, “...so what is the worst thing you’ve tried to eat?”