As soon as she had hold of the bottle, it seemed as though Griffin was putting all her energy into getting the food out of it. She reminded Toby of himself, kinda. Lots of energy, super curious, always moving around and getting distracted, but set down some food and all bets were off. Speed-eating probably might have happened if the mechanics of the bottle weren't specifically keeping that from happening.

"You're a hungry one, Griff," he said to her, watching her guzzle down her liquid meat and idly rocking back and forth to help soothe her. It was funny, because you wouldn't have thought that a beak and a baby bottle would work together, but Griffin MADE it work, determined as she was. As he watched her, a question occurred to Toby, and he looked up and over towards Professor Thompson.

"Sir," he said, and WOULD have raised his hand, but they were both busy. "Are Griffins mammals or birds?" He'd been wondering, 'cause of the mention of milk earlier and everything, and some other thoughts that had crossed his mind. "'Cause they're half of one, and half of the other. So... are they classed as one or the other or both or maybe neither and something else entirely? Do all magical creatures even fit into those classifications or is it different when they're magic?" 'Cause now he thought about it... that was potentially a thing. Maybe he'd look into it later.

Looking back down at Griffin, Toby noted that, though she was still staring right at him, her eyes were starting to close. Skjdhskklsdksdhs, she was so cute. But she needed to stay awake 'til the bottle was done, 'cause he wanted to make sure she was full. Toby used his little finger on the hand that held the bottle to softly caress the feathers on her face by her beak, which seemed to wake her up a little bit. She drank from the bottle again with renewed vigour, and then all too soon her eyes began closing again. This time Toby let it happen, because the meat was almost all gone. He smiled at the baby griffin, removing the bottle from her beak once he noticed she was finished, and sat there snuggling her in his arms, just like he did with Curtis. A few pets of her feathers later, and a lot of humming, and Griffin was soon fast asleep.

Guh. Too cute. Couldn't handle it.