[Now that he knows that Maxim counts people among "things that are good to eat", Dean is only just managing to hold back tears. He instinctively takes a step back and chokes back a terrified sob as he attempts to maintain polite conversation.]

I don't think I've ever had those. They sound good though. Pretzels sure are pretty great... [He cautiously extends the hand that isn't clinging to the hatstand.] I'm Dean, by the way. So... erm... Hi?