"Cold." Dave can't help chipping that in. Sure, his Rose could be a huge bitch, bluh bluh, but this is a terseness he isn't used to. It's awkward, really awkward, given his tenuous refriendship with Terezi. This would be how hanging out again goes down, all death threats and callous ignorance toward Troll suffering. God, he never thought he'd be picketing for trolls. Sign him up for Green Peace already.

He thinks he gets this, but he needs to sort of glance over at Terezi to figure it out. "Dirk is my Bro, right? And Jake was having conniptions about- uhuh. Yeah, now it makes sense." He turns back to Rose. "Dream bubbles. Sleep express travel for chitchats. We met him for about half a second." Or so he thinks.