Dave just gave Gamzee a Look. Who willingly offered to share a can of Pringles? Someone who obviously didn't know what they were missing. With a shrug, Dave popped open the can and peeled the paper off, then took the first three chips and popped them into his mouth, giving a pleased little huff at the crunch. They hadn't gone stale or any sort of bad and that was better than anything he'd been expecting of food coming out of his sylladex. He shook another small stack out and handed it to Gamzee, before taking out two more and wedging them between his lips just so, making them into a salty duck bill for the sake of making the moment not quite so stifling. If he'd had a camera with its memory card intact around, he might have taken a selfie.