"It depends on who's doing them," Rus comments darkly. It's certainly ignorance, but not done maliciously. No one picks on or teases him, so it doesn't occur to him that it happens to other people. "He did not!" he says indignantly. "He's still alive, isn't he?"
"The myth people you mentioned," He waves an impatient hand. "I can never keep them straight."
"Yellow only works as camouflage if you're in the desert," Rus point out.
"So noted," he says solemnly, smothering a laugh.
"I will come back here though," Rus says. "Provided that skinny bloke isn't my waiter. And that chef is in the kitchen." He'll have to ask and find out when they work.
"I thought so," says with a modicum of modesty. "If I find one, I do. I've never hunted one before." His eyes gleam with anticipation.