Leonardo has returned his slow-but-steady Tauros to the very friendly farmhands, no worse for the wear. Except for the pollen that's still clinging to his hair, and the mud on his pants, and where did those grass stains come from, anyway? But still, those don't particularly count as harm, and as he managed to avoid breaking an arm or leg in his very first attempt at riding a bull, Leonardo's counting this as a win.

He sees Claude, his Tauros, and what appears to be a very tiny, very fuzzy spider sitting nearby, and so he decides to offer some congratulations to his competitor.

"You and your team did very well! Have you had any experience with this sort of..." He waggles his hands in what he hopes is a helpful gesture, "event before?"