Terezi sighs and fights the urge to give Rose the stink eye. She can't really, but she can do a damn good impression of it if she tries hard enough. Dave chiming in saves her from making any sort of snarky remarks that might send this conversation spiraling into worse territory.

"You met him for half a second. He was actually there for that whole embarrassing encounter, but he was some kind of weird dreaming brain ghost. He smelled really good. Like orange creamsicles." Not the point, Terezi. She tries to focus back on the important stuff.

"He showed up with Jake and Aranea. You know, after we spent that embarrassing length of time strifing with Meenah over how was not okay to use the sleep-floating teen Lalonde as harpooning practice. Or the rest of us for that matter." Her attention shifts from Dave to Rose in the middle of that sentence. She really doesn't know if that's going to set Rose off again, but she's very clearly trying to make a point around the fact that she's all for not impaling random people with tridents. "Aranea gabbed about our ancestors a bunch, and when she started in about Meenah, Jake started having an intense whispered debate with the brain ghost known as Dirk. Then Jake flipped his lid, yelled something about Fish Hitler and tackled Meenah. I chatted Dirk up a bit while everyone was scrambling to separate them. Then Dirk popped into the land of the corporeal, grabbed the snoring Lalonde's hand, said he had to jet, and dragged her back into the void of the medium. Said that he was taking her home. And that is my entire encounter with the mysterious Dirk Strider."

Until he managed to show up here. But that's another can of worms that she doesn't feel like opening right now.