"Well, as soon as you introduce scalpels into it, then I'm on board," Chase jokes, watching as Ichabod takes his turn and throws the rock (thing? Stone? He's not sure what to call it, exactly) and is impressed by the general accuracy of the throw. "Not bad," he says, lips pursed as he smiles, giving a gesture to where it's landed. "You seem to not completely suck at it," he jokes.