[Her halfway been joking, but he means it, too. He'd like to take him up, tight spaces not withstanding. Maybe Finn didn't get that feeling he did when he escaped the pull of gravity, but if he did, even a little, it was hard not to want to share it. A sacred thing.]

That I can promise buddy. I've had enough sand for one lifetime.

[He says it with only the slightest sigh, tune still mostly laughter. Tired of sand.]

Can't promise you another souvenir. You can wear the helmet though.