Rita evidently knows her name, because she stops dunking her pickled root vegetable for a moment. Just long enough to swivel her head Kyle's direction and hiss again, before defiantly stuffing that last fistful directly into her maw. Once it's gone, she flaps her wings, which barely manage to heave her hefty, sagging bottom into the air where she hovers, wavering a wobbling foot or two above the ground.

And then she drops, and walks on her hind legs like she thinks she's people, directly up to Kyle's leg — where she begins trying to fish around in his pockets.

"Yeah, so, um...." Jack starts, apologetically scraping half of his own vegetables onto Kyle's plate before he offers it out contritely. "I kind of meant to tell you as soon as you got back, but then I got distracted by the books. While you were gone, I think I did... something. Somehow."

With a faint little nod Rita's direction.

"I was nodding off a little, almost-napping, thinking about how much better the whole... Pit Situation would have been if I had Rita there for it, and I think I accidentally... made her. It's been a couple hours and she hasn't gone away, so I think she might just... live here... now?"