With the baby griffins food prepared, Cutty stuck an rather uncautious finger out toward the bottle inside of which he'd just incendio'd the meat. The water had cooled it slightly, though and so it was not the scolding hot material that could've made him yelp and drop the baby. His wand still in hand, he cleaned the feeding end with a scourgifying spell.

Picking it up and nestling it into his armpit, he screwed the newly cleansed feeding cap back onto it and checked the baby griffin. Phlegon was still squirming and making noises. Oh yeah. He was hungry. In an almost numb fashion, Cutty turned the baby toward him and aimed the bottle for the creatures mouth. The forepaws drew up and padded around the cap as if trying to get more. And in moments Phlegon's eyes were closed.

This went on until high squeakish sounds of air came from the bottle and caused Cutty to adjust it so that the end of it was higher up than the cap. This only helped so much, though since the little orphan boy was so famished that Cutty thought for a moment there the glass might shatter under the sucking pressure. Eventually, Phlegiez slowed down as exhaustion took over. The creature nuzzled into Cutty not realizing that warmth shall be had from a reptile.

Carefully, but not caringly Cutty brought the bundled boy over to the floor and put it to rest by the others. Then, just as he would've done in potions class, he took apart the bottle and cleansed each end individually, "Scourgify. Scourgify." leaving them as clean or perhaps cleaner than when he'd found them.