At the pat on the back Arthur straightens slightly, peering over his shoulder to quickly decide if it's friend or foe. Most likely friend, given that there are so few people in Anchor and he has yet, miraculously, to make an enemy.

When he sees Jacob's face, he offers a smile, and slouches down again.

"Yeah. Already had some. No clue what most of it is."

But what he had was tasty enough.