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Lissy Longbottom Someone was talking to him...oh, it was that Kate girl again. Was she stalking him or something? She was suddenly EVERYWHERE. Still, it wasn't the worst thing in the world to have her as a stalker, it could be worse, so he smiled at her and gave her a little wave of acknowledgement.
Now time to get this little guy some dinner...Caleb knew that griffins ate raw meat, and the easiest way to get ahold of that was through the kitchens. He'd been down there looking for Beans anyways...Caleb had the sudden urge to update Kate on the Beans situation but decided against it, because he had work to do. Sven needed to eat!
Taking out the raw pork from his bag, which was in a plastic bag to keep away GERMS and all that, he took the empty food bowl and emptied the contents of the bag into the bowl. Sven perked up immediately. The little griffin pushed past him a bit, making a beeline for the bowl. Caleb chuckled. "Hungry, huh? I couldn't tell," he said with a smile.
About three seconds later, the bowl was licked clean.
Caleb didn't seem like he wanted to talked. Sure, he smiled and waved, but he said nothing before getting back to taking care of his animal. That kind of wounded Kate a little, but she decided not to think about it too much. After all, they were both here for a certain reason, and that reason was to care for their griffin. Seeing him begin feeding his griffin, Kate decided to do the same. First, though, she should clean the griffin and wrap him in a warm blanket. She thought he'd like his meal better if he was clean and warm. Never mind the fact that he was about to eat a messy meal of raw meat.
"So did you ever find your rat?" she asked Caleb, opening her mouth to speak before she remembered he hadn't seemed like he wanted to talk. As she waited for an answer to her question, Kate grabbed a nearby blanket that had been hanging up near Chad's cage. She guessed the professor put it there or something.
"Oh right--cleaning first," she told Chad. She re-hung the blanket then grabbed a bottle of shampoo and a cleaning brush.
"Aguamenti!" she said, wetting the griffin. She then lathered the soap onto its body and began giving it a bath.
When she was done, she rinsed off its body and returned the shampoo and brush.
"You clean up good," she told it.