For food, that sure is a garish colour; Gordin's never eaten anything so wonderfully pastel, but he's not going to question the integrity of ice cream until he's tasted it.

"Ah, so it's a round top with a pointed bottom? What a strange shape...But I can't turn back now, right?"
More that he says that for his own benefit rather than Cu Chulainn's, but it does bolster his confidence in their mission; hefting his passenger up a little, the archer nods with determination and crosses the nearest bridge. There's no way he's chickening out of this, no way no how. "Is it all the same colour, or are there different parts to it? How d'you hold it?"