[Gabriel hands over the jar without protest, glancing around at the race handlers trying to wrangle goats back to the pens, as well as what looks like the beginning of a potential shoving match over who won... Sixth place? Nice.

At Marty's question his attention turns back, and he follows Marty's gaze toward the prize table.]

I'm pretty sure I saw a baguette over there.

[So yes, he thinks it's time for round two of the goat race adventures. But speaking of the goat and its meal--]

But you better rescue your secret weapon from our partner here, or we're going to have to come up with a new strategy fast.