He startles a little, mostly because he hasn't talked to Juno in some time, and no one's mentioned anything about his food for even longer. He looks down at his plate then over at Juno and offers an easy enough smile. It is, at least, a simple thing to answer.

"No," and it's a simple answer. "I don't eat meat. I don't like it."

A pause.

"Is that a problem?"