He blinks when Eight puts the vegetable into Luka's chest, tilting his head. The name isn't familiar to him either.

"What's cabolini? Is it from here--!" Whatever he was trying to figure out falls out of his head as Luka squirts himself in the face. He gasps in surprise, and barely a second later, he pulls a kerchief out of his vest. The corner of it is torn after Seven, but there's enough of a usable area, and he drapes the cloth over Luka's arm so he can uh clean himself off a little.

"Are you alright?"