Foster studies the contraption, pressing a knuckle against his lower lip pensively. It's messy and chaotic, but not without a certain logic. A little like the misbegotten love child of skeeball and a pinball machine, really.

A little luck, a little skill. No clear 'answer' or 'trick' to its score.

He offers over the tickets without comment, taking the heavy bag in exchange.

"So I'm play-testing?" He can't believe it. He's... honoured. No. Not honoured. It'd not because of anything he did, after all. He pulls one of the balls out of the bag, lifting it a couple times to feel its heft.
He studies the 'board' again. Thinking. Maybe a little too hard.

He smiles.

Then he makes his first roll.