Kon never minded helping new recruits. Honestly, he preferred it. It was better than having nothing to do, but the bad thing was Kon was expected to be a good example.

He wasn't a bad one. He just would much rather goof around if it wasn't a dire situation.

You didn't help stop him from doing exactly that, either. You talked, a lot, like - made Bart look quiet.

Kon didn't mind, honestly, it was cute. Added to your charm. The bad thing is you both were quite talkative, and current topic was Kon's favorite thing ever.

"No, No, you have to see Wendy the Teenage Werewolf Stalker. It is eight seasons of complete perfection, and you just have to watch it."

Kon made a motion with his hands, stressing just how amazing he believed that show was. Kon pushed his shades up, looking down at you from where he floated. Both of you were supposed to be patroling, but hey, what's the worse you two could be missing?

"Seriously, babe, like, you cannot be telling me you haven't seen the tv show of the 90's."