He had no clue what Dim Sum was. Nik'd never really tried Chinese food. When one worked in a Mexican restaurant, one mostly ate Mexican food. As a result he had a huge tolerance towards the grease and spices.
Without really thinking about it he sort of grabbed the potsticker with his teeth and took it right out of her hand like some kind of puppy. It was then that he finally moved away and found something to lean against as he chewed and... well rather enjoyed. And since he rarely asked what was in food, the normal question did not follow.
Once he swallowed (he did not talk with his mouth full), he smiled in a tiny sort of way, "I work in a Mexican joint. Bus boy but occasionally I cook when people are out." He was not ashamed of being a bus boy. They were integral to the workings of a restaurant and so underrated.