Gabe had selected one of the 'tasty, salty snacks' from the bowl and popped it in his mouth as she'd pointed out the two protagonists. He turned to look in the direction she'd indicated and saw the candidates, the body language and arm movements lending support to her summation.
He nodded slowly, chewing then swallowing the sample as he turned back to face the bar. "Their redeeming factor is probably the saltiness," he offered, a little amused at the fact that it didn't seem to matter what bar in the world you had them, pretzels really were basically the same.
"This, for example," he added, selecting another of the subjects from the bowl and holding it up for study, "would definitely be a thirst enticer." The large crystals of salt were clear on the thin, crisp brown surface of the snack.