[He takes it and opens the bag. He dips his fingers into the bag and pinches the powder inside.]

Here goes nothing. ...If I die, will you make up some kind of cool story? Dying because I ate dust sounds kinda lame.

[He chuckles nervously before he quickly pops the powder into his mouth and swallows it. He smacks his lips and licks the roof of his mouth for a second.]

Huh. That's bland. Like super bland. It looked like it would be chalky but it isn't. Weird.