Once he had taken his seat, Slav had been reabsorbed in the glossies of the magazine in his hands, only to be pulled back out by Gor's question. "Huh? Oh yeah." Without any warning to his brothers, he got back up and wandered back to the buffet to get another drink to go with his meal. First he got sidetracked by grabbing some napkins, before he remembered what exactly he had come there for in the first place. Something to drink.
Sliding back into his seat, with a handful of napkins and a glass of milk, he had just reached for his magazine again when Nik had sent him the direct glace. "Sure," he said with a shrug, retracting his hand from the cover. Only to pick up the deli sandwich he had chosen, and take a bite out of it.
Pausing to pop a seasoned curly fry into his mouth, he looked around at his brothers, completely missing their I-Heart-Brooding expressions they all seemed to wear most of the time. "So, what's going on?"