For a moment or two, Nita looks quite confused.

"How long have you been carrying that?"

She's familiar with claudications, certainly - but why carrots?

But she takes a piece out, dipping it to see if anything happens.

(She's half-expecting it to dissolve, for some reason, but of course it doesn't.)

Chewing the carrot, she hums. "Not sure these go well together; it's not like ranch dip," she summarizes, once she's finished.

"Bambosh? You want any?"