[ There's a 'Same' slipped in about basketball, a raised brow, but an expression without judgment matched with a tiny smile. He was always more of a soccer kind of guy - as a kid.

But, karate? Robby seems to think about it, though it doesn't delay his answer. ]

Seems like a good thing to do. Everyone talks about monsters, and there's crabs that didn't get the memo about being -- well. Crabs. [ Surely he can look at Peter, and they both know, those crabs aren't typical crabs. But Robby raises a fist - tight, and the movement of its swing raising up is precise, has a place and point to stop at: from his stomach, to in line with his shoulder. ]

I've been talking with someone about some gear so I'm not trying to fight a magic werewolf bare-fisted. [ Because all the warnings including monsters makes Robby think that yeah, that'll go downhill quick. But beasts, they're still a rather unknown entity to him, that Robby's brow creases. ]

But... what's your experience with them? Beasts, and...defending against them. It's gotta be crazy.

[ To even have magical werewolf knocking at your door in the first place. ]