"Hopefully it's not poisoned," he seemingly joked to the other man, in regards to the food he was eating. Honest, as long as he could avoid it, he would not be eating or drinking anything he found in this house. Then again, maybe he's just watched too many horror movies.
His eyes went around the foyer, and eventually settled on the frilly fabric. He started to approach it; then, the thumping and rattling of the table made him stop, drew his attention to it. He tilted his head slightly to the side, and walked towards it. "What the hell? Something's in it?" he stood off to the side of it, his knife drawn and ready. "Hey, Dave, you open it. If it's something nasty, I'll get it with the knife."