Hopefully whatever's turned him small will wear off sooner than later, what with the Jabberwock--

[He pauses as Ned finally decides to play into the superstition and toss the bit of salt over his shoulder. He can't help but try to stifle a laugh at it.]

Ey. [Finishing the word, partially chuckled. He clears his throat.]

Can't hurt. I take it you've had a run in with Satan then?