Mr. Midnight. Rook can't help but smile at that. "I'm sure she will. He must miss you, but it sounds like he's in good hands."

It seems only fair he give her something animal-related about himself in return. Maybe it will make her feel better.

"I had, for a while, a cat named Peaches. Well - I say a cat - she's a full-grown cougar. Wild as anything, but she couldn't resist freeze-dried meat. She'd purr like a kitten for that. There was a grizzly bear, too, strange as that sounds. His name is Cheeseburger. A lot more docile than Peaches... most of the time. You can probably guess his favorite food."

He adjusts on the bed, sitting back against the wall, legs crossed casually. "Your turn."