Sinead couldn't say she'd ever choose the suspicious looking "liquid food" over good honest milk, but then she wasn't a kneazle, so what did she know? She thanked the professor, quickly refilling her bottle and warming it once more. She wiggled this enticing new offering at the kneazle and it seemed to perk up a little, crawling hesitantly towards her. It took a couple of minutes of sitting calmly and patiently until she apparently regained the kitten's trust, but eventually it sat beside her once more and took a good drink of the liquid food, seeming to become sleepier by the second as it drank. It was practically falling over itself by the time it finished; its floppy, sleepy little body was easy to cover in a blanket and she laid it carefully in its bed to rest, feeling a little tender towards it. Okay, it was hard to resist a baby kneazle's cuteness, even as a self-professed animal disliker.

With the kneazle taken care of, Sinead bid farewell to her professor and made her way out of the class, pausing to wash her hands (very) thoroughly on the way out. If every COMC lesson could be like that, maybe she'd keep the subject on after all.