Actually, it sort of does. Ike watches in mild bemusement, although he's ready to move in case the thing...well, he doesn't know. Attacks, maybe? This girl doesn't seem all that concerned about it. He leans over, half-holds out a hand in case she needs a little help.
"What do they eat, exactly?" He glances back down at the kraken. "Fish?"
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"What do they eat, exactly?" He glances back down at the kraken. "Fish?"