"Between you and me, I'm pretty sure there are a few of us that don't really have their own brains either," Tavros muttered. He'd met his fair share of dumbshit trolls just as much as he had humans in his time living here, that was for certain. "And well, I know this isn't really normal for anyone, at least where it comes to cohabitation. Before all of this I'd only ever met a couple of humans and even then, we didn't really get along." He took his own order with a quiet thanks, starting to pull his chicken apart with his fork as soon as it was put down. He dipped a piece of it in the sauce over his pasta then blew on it and popped it into his mouth. Human food was still weird to him, but it was pretty good, in spite of that.

Dinner was relatively quiet, between the occasional smalltalk, a question here and there about Dib's paranormal interest and eventually coming around to the topic of Tavros' gaming habits. He mentioned offhand that he was a DM but didn't really make much of a big deal of it, feeling that Dib wouldn't be all that interested in sitting around with him and his friends in a campaign, especially one that had been going on for months now. He did enjoy talking to Dib though, even as meandering as their conversation was.