"I have... absolutely no idea," Jack admits bluntly, picking up his plate and fork. "I don't know where on the domestication spectrum to place mutated dream raccoons magically summoned into being. I don't even know where to place real Rita."

The one back home, he means. Technically wild, he supposes, though she lives under the gas station, eats dog food, and obeys simple commands. It's hard to say.

In any case, this Rita seems suspicious of the peace offering. She stares at Kyle for a long, silent moment. Tentatively approaches, reaching out her little almost-human hand slowly, then quickly scoops the berry away to begin munching. When no tricks occur and the berry prize is successfully nommed, she waddles peacefully away to disappear again beneath Jack's bed. Two glowing eyes peer out, blink unevenly, and then go completely dark.

"She's mainly just been hiding under there," Jack explains, spearing a bit of chicken and bringing it to his mouth. "If she's anything like the other Rita, I think she'll probably just sleep most of the time."