[ A bad joke though it might be, it does get a small laugh out of Ernesto. It doesn't help Abel's case that he's radiating this unearned gloating energy right now.

He slides three little jars of requested spice towards Eustace. He'll even take his hand off of them before Eustace is done fishing out his money as a sign of trust. A really small sign of trust, admittedly, but a sign none-the-less. ]

As much of a laugh as that might get...

[ He offers Abel an exasperated smile, before shaking his head. ]

Let's not do anything to kick up more of a fuss than we already have.

[ His smile gets wider while his look gets more pointed at Abel. None of them really want to draw the attention of the natives over here, right? ]