It's hard to say if Dave is mouthing no or snow but his expression is the kind of mortified that's appropriate for either. "Fuck that." He says finally. "Fuck all of that. I knew there'd be a catch. Snow. God damn it, why can't it be lava? It's never lava." He babbles with indignation, but he's ambling toward the strange guy with the food anyway.

"Whatever you say, wilderness Jesus." He tucks the cracker back into his pocket and sits a little ways away from him. He's clearly suspicious, careful with his movements and tense. He reaches out for one of the fish, but he pauses. "Are you sure?"