He stared at Dirk for a few seconds, apparently trying to size up the genuineness of the offer. Eventually, however, it seemed to pass the test; he shrugged and said, "Huh. Thankth." As such, he didn't bat an eyelash at the reckless abandon with which his companion was adding more food to the bill. He reached for his glass, settled the grimoire precariously on his lap, and prepared for a very long night.

"Thtrider. Right," he said, almost absently trying to figure out a way he could turn that into Sollux shorthand. DK? It certainly said Dirk, but Sollux liked to know both names. You never know -- there are some weird names where last names stick way better than first ones. (Looking at you, pony boy.) Strider wasn't really one of those names, so he decided to stick with DK. This is one kid who takes his nicknames very seriously. "Where you from, then? I'm guething Earth already, tho don't try it, thmartath."