He can't fault Rosinante for not taking the challenge, although he would have enjoyed being witness to it. He hesitates a moment longer, unsure what to do with the oddly spongey ball before simply throwing it over his shoulder.

"Eh, I am more of a scotch man."

Though if he finds something akin to deep fried noodles he might partake. He has missed the noodles on Eros since long before he died.

After an awkwardly long pause he nods in Rosinante's direction.

"I had heard you were killed."

Surely this is a good ice breaker for conversation.