With a nonchalant tone Dave said, "Don't think nothing of it, these guys don't know what it means to roar." After taken a sip of his drink, a cider of some sort, Dave asked "So whatcha reading there?" Dave didn't read all that much, not that he didn't like to it was just he usually had more interesting things to do. While waiting for an answer, Dave picked a roll of the table and began to eat it, pulling chunks off and popping them in his mouth, all the while gazing at the ghosts that moved around in the air.