The real twilight zone moment here is the idea of Lup having shit-all to say about someone eating funfetti. But presumably when the stakes don't involve any life or death consequences, people have better impulse control, even Lup.

"Yeah, sounds good to me," he agrees readily enough. He can have her chop-- She can peel the-- Hmm. It's a big menu, they'll figure something out that won't cost anyone any fingers or blisters. Someone has to teach this kid caution, and he feels like it probably hasn't been Lup all that much, so far. He's not sure why he thinks that, but hey, can't hurt either way.

He eyes the fallen 'treasures' without comment, only opening his mouth when his eyes settle on the bag, and he indicates it with a little nod.

"Did you bring everything you own, or what?"