"Huh. Sounds fishy to me, but that's just my opinion," Rosco admits.

He brightens at the offer of a drink.

"Well, thank you. I'd appreciate that."

He considers the idea of the rules being different on different worlds. He's just not sure about that, but he's no theologian. He figures God knows the answer and that's good enough.

"That's fair enough. My name is Rosco. What's yours?"