What was Dylan looking at him like that for? And what even was that plastic thing? West had no idea. He was looking through the cruppy training book himself and trying to find tricks to tell his gargoyle to do that he'd actually find interesting and not boring. Not that the assignment was boring, that part was cool and all, he just wanted to do more than play dead, roll over, sit, stay, and whatever, but also within the limits of what was physically possible given he didn't have one of the gargoyles with wings or whatever. It really did look more like a hound than a lion, his one.

So what could it do? Jump through hoops? Juggle? He picked the circus book up and opened to the page on juggling. Did his gargoyle have the ability to catch and hold and throw things? West eyed it. "Put your front leg out so I can look at your paw."

The gargoyle, which had been waiting for instructions, did exactly that, holding its forepaw out steady, and West examined it closely, trying to work out if it'd grip a little ball or baton.

"Flex your paw." It did. Hmmm. Maybe it might work. West dug into his bag and resurfaced with a handful of Apple bonbons. They were round, they'd do, yes? He held one out. "Hold this."