The scratching crumbled in Bo's mouth, a touch of flavor swelling outward along his taste buts. The savory powers of the meta's baked flesh overwhelming, almost on an equal level with the eyes which were both the windows to the soul and the windows to Mr. Jackson's power. He took his time moving through each scratching, mixing them occasionally with just a touch of mama's bbq sauce. It was a heaven reserved solely for Beau, the fountain of please for none other than De La Fontaine himself. But, like all good things: it had to eventually come to an end.

She appeared through a hole in the door, like a sloppily exported Loony Toon. "Of all of the metas I could have met," Bo said as his eyes trailed the toon, picking up the remaining eyeball and popping it into his mouth before biting down. "You're not particularly high on my list. I'd be lying if I said I was much of a fan either." Beau leaned forward, grabbed a chain and pulled it out for her, offering it with a small gesture before going to pop another scratching into his mouth. "But I don't dislike you. I have a  certain admiration for metas like myself. The type born into a life style they have no choice, but to accept. How many metas out there can turn their powers on and off? You and I are stuck the way we are. Imagine if being a toon were illegal. Just for a second. I'll wait... there's nothing you could do, but accept that you're an outlaw or defy the rules of society, yeah?"

She had strayed to close and already he could see his power's effect on her. His power was barely up and running, so perhaps it was time to level the playing field just a bit. He reached over to the platter and slid it out from under the food before facing it at her, "Notice anything?" He asked with a crooked grin, showing the toon what had already happened, and what would only grow worse. She had a nose.

"Perhaps you don't know, but given your being here, you should; the longer you're here, the further your powers diminish. You're turning into a regular girl right before my eyes and I've yet to put any effort into dampening your powers. I can't imagine you as a human being to productive in getting me to do much of anything. So sit, let's talk."

He paused, drumming his fingers on the table.

"What does a black widow, praying mantis, shark, and a lion have in common, Light?"