[Again with the words he doesn't understand. But it's alright, as long as Dave likes them he won't mind not knowing who William Tell is.]

I still have enough left if you want to take a few home. [He's smiling like a kid who's just aced his show-and-tell, his voice quiet as ever but definitely upbeat, somehow still plenty excited even through his ever-present awkward pauses.]

I like them a lot too. And I've never had so many in one place before. They're hard to find, where I come from. [Understandable, considering he comes from somewhere in a deep ravine where the sun barely reaches and the fog chokes all the plants struggling to grow. Finding himself with a whole pile of kuims on his hands is just incredible.]