Rik shook his head with a soft laugh. "Sometimes they buy me a meal." He said with a chuckle. "And by that I mean the slop you get in a holding cell at the police station." Rik shrugged, looking up at Eric. "Hunting isn't exactly a paying job." He shrugged.
"Most ways I get money aren't exactly legal or honest." He admitted, but clearly wanted to drop the topic.
"So, uh, what have you been up to since I've been gone?" He asked as he picked at the dog-eared corners of the menu, his hands becoming restless as he did better uncomfortably in the seat. It wasn't often he stuck arpund a place for so long - especially not such a close-knit community where he was probably being watched at every turn.