Toby continued to shake up the bottle, ready mixing up the meat and the water as well as he could. He was careful not to do it for too long, seeing as how Thompson had said about how when baby griffins were fed by their mothers, the meat was always still warm 'cause she heated it up, and obviously it needed to be the same now. Well, the equivalent to that. Toby wasn't going to regurgitate any meat; that wouldn't even heat it up for her.

Griffin was definitely ready for food. As soon as Toby lowered the bottle and held it to her beak she went ahead and clamped right on to it, eagerly drinking down the meat mixture. Toby smiled and watched her; she was a lot less fidgety already, probably worn out from playing and directing all her energy into gettin' dem foodz.

"Slow down a bit, Griff. I'm pretty sure you'll make yourself sick if you eat-... uh... drink it so quickly," said soothingly, stroking the feathers on her head as she drank. "Pace yourself." But... she reminded Toby of himself when it came to food, too. Hyperactive in life and then scarfing down food AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE.

Still, it was basically impossible to stop her from drinking too quickly, unless he took the bottle away and OBVIOUSLY he wasn't going to do that. So Toby just continued rocking the baby griffin as he fed her, hoping that her tiredness would take over anyway.

After a short while, the bottle was empty, and so Toby took it away again. Despite how tired she'd been, the creature still wasn't asleep yet. Toby wasn't surprised.