"A penguin?" He sounds amused and confused all at once. Does he really resemble a penguin? If he had to pick an animal for himself, he'd pick... well, he doesn't know, really. He hasn't spent enough time around any of them. Maybe a rat, some part of him thinks. Small but tenacious. Able to survive anywhere.

But alas, there aren't any rats on offer.

There is, however, a large... crow? Some sort of plush bird head sticking out of a mass of what look very much like real foraged feathers from the forest floor. It's squat and round, but there's no denying who it makes him think of.

"Well, hand-eye coordination isn't exactly my strong suit, I'll admit. Not something you develop, living in the confines of space stations." A very common problem for colony-born people, actually. But just to humor Rosinante, Will does take the plastic ring and sort of halfheartedly tosses it in the vague direction of the feathery blob.

It circles the beak perfectly. Will blinks in confusion as the lemur-spirit claps wildly and swings off to retrieve the (quite possibly lice-infested) prize.

"That... hm. Random chance, I'm sure." He is not sure.