Jason had been reading over one of his books, walking as he did so, stopping to grab some of the chips and dip. Looking up from his pages when he heard the very nordic voice. One of his dark brows arched before he remembered, much like with his Victorian friends, these things are far from common place. Closing the book aside he looked to the man, suddenly wishing he hadn't shaved off his beard that had started growing in while he was sick.

"It's dip. You take one of the chips or pretzel's and put it into it then eat it." He motioned to each before doing do himself. One being a cheese dip, so he stuck a pretzel in and then ate that. "It's pretty good. You want a beer man?" It might have been stereotyping but, Jason figured the guy looked old world and he tended to have the booze to himself here.