Kahlil grins widely as Rita waddles back to her 'cave'. With any lucky, the berry's magical properties will satiate her hunger for as long as it does for humans and the warmth'll make her comfortable.

Maybe it won't be that bad.

With the beast temporarily subdued, Kahlil climbs back onto the bed. Jack's shoved vegetables back on his plate, but something about rodent fingers touching everything has tempered his appetite. He picks at pieces of meat with his fork, none of it making it to his mouth. He shrugs.

"As long as she doesn't bother the staff too badly, it'll probably be fine."

He gives up on his plate and leans over Jack's legs to grab one of the paperbacks off the nightstand. An eyebrow raises.

"But you're in charge of cleaning up after her."

He's not cleaning up raccoon urine and feces.