Between years spent living with aliens and one of his best friends now being part dog, Dave has no significant reaction to the catgirl being a goddamn catgirl. He just scoots himself over a bit to give her room as she hops up, still chewing a bite of tomato. Goddamn, this is probably the first vegetable/fruit/whatever a tomato is he's ever eaten that wasn't in the form of sauce on pizza. Amazing.

"Is this the part where we're all sharing the magic lore from wherever we come from?" he says after swallowing. "'Cause unfortunately I'm not the guy to ask about that shit. You'd be better off talking to my sister. I'm just good at swords. And rap."