I identify as a problem

Tate squints, taking a few steps forward. There was so much sun here, soaking damn near everything. A few steps forward, his head tossing as he tries to get a better look at the creature. Interest, but not too much interest. Had to do his best to hold some in reserve, right? Can't let on too much. "Got no meat on yer bones, look like you'll up and blow away in the wind." What was that to him? "Waste of'a pretty face." Bold, but on brand, really. He'd always been prone to flattery. Still, he'll stand and squint at the boy from the warmth of the sun, feeling it shine down around his shoulders.

Nearly lifting his lip at the comment, he thinks better of it at the last moment. "Ye, some've us don't need cheap validation." Tate shoots back easily, a smirk of his own playing on his lips. He does what he can to appear unbothered by the comment, even if it stung a bit. Really, the koi creature hadn't gotten out around others as much as he would have liked, mostly keeping to himself-- his fault entirely, but still. Lifting his chin to the sun, taking in the warmth of it, Potato is trying really damn hard to look like the rainbow fish's comment hadn't stung. Nope, not at all.

"Why're you out here, if'n yer not hunting?" A question, a curiosity. May as well find out.

"Potato"