Okay, this is actually... kind of incredibly adorable? Watching Kyle not really know what to do with his hands while a raccoon tries to gently mug him is some particularly white-trash version of sweet. It's amusing enough that Jack doesn't actually try to call her off.

"If- that's okay with you. I don't think I can get rid of her. Morally, or like... in general." Turning loose a mutant moth-raccoon he imagined into existence, setting it free and abandoned into the wildlife surrounding Castle Thorne, seems ethically reprehensible. Also, he has the feeling she'd just find a way to come back. Nobody ever really tells a raccoon what to do.

The berry comes whizzing his direction. His eyes go wide. Rita's eyes go wide.

"Oh, shit-"

She vaults after it.

By some miracle of athletic prowess he doesn't actually have on a normal basis, he manages to catch it — meaning Rita is barreling straight for him. He does the only thing he can think of in that half-second span:

He chucks it directly back at Kyle.

Apparently they're playing monkey in the middle. Rita is not amused, and she tries her hardest to vault into the air to catch it, only to go sprawling backwards like a rolly-polly, butt over face in a graceless backflip.