Bottle in hand, Kate turned her attention to her Griffin, who was still bundled up like a little baby and waiting for its bottle. "I think I did this the right way," she said. "Melted and in liquid form, just the way you supposedly like it." She lifted the bottle toward the Griffin's mouth. "Well, eat up!" she said, and on that note, she closed in the gap between the bottle and the Griffin's mouth.

The creature began slurping away at the disgusting mixture. "Cooked meat is good, too," she suggested to it. "There's hamburgers, steak, meatloaf..." She trailed off, knowing the creature didn't understand a word she was saying. As the bottle grew emptier by the second, Kate saw the Griffin slowly begin to flutter its eyes. "Goodnight," she told it.