"I think you're just not looking for it." He says in an accusatory tone, raising an eyebrow at her for the question. More people should probably ask it, but surprisingly she might be the first. "Something like that, yeah. Why's it matter?" He shrugs. Recently he had come into possession of Bro's Real Name, but he knows better than to share those deets around.

Dave puts the end of the pickle in his mouth and, true to word, tops the length of it with whipped cream before he starts to eat it just like that. It tastes weird, but anything to confuse people is worth the effort. He wonders if he probably would have done better to avoid bringing up the topic, but he wanted to give her the option to vent.

"Mindy said she was kind of nuts. But then. Mindy is kind of nuts." He says that ever so nonchalantly. "Of course you wouldn't, you aren't crazy." He gives her a long look. "Well I mean, mostly. Anyway."