Food's food. [ His shoulder rolls, half a shrug. ] I could probably do better here, but... I could probably do a lot worse too.

[ He is a little apprehensive about whose tab this is all on — no such thing as a free meal, in his experience. Not that he hasn't gotten the memo about the collateral they're all putting up, but he's attempting to sort that bit out at a much more amiable pace. With prizes like these though, he's wondering how long that'll last.. ]

But seeing as how I wasn't the lucky winner of the mystery cucumber, [ He punctuates with a sad spin of the g-string on his index finger. ] I suppose it doesn't matter all that much.

[ Now, her fate... he cants his head, brow arching from behind his very cool shutter shades. ]

Magic, huh? If not, uh... "magic", what's the aim?