[It's nice to have someone around who's a funny little guy. She's never met anyone without a sad story to tell, and she knows Yamada is no exception, but the way he keeps going, experimenting, playing, is reassuring.

The sound of his voice emerging from a tiny worm body makes her sputter with laughter, but she shakes her head.] Scratch would never, and the intellect devourer is on a special diet. Chirp--that's the owlbear--would be the only concern, but he's very good about not biting things I tell him not to.

[Really, he has spectacular self-discipline for an owlbear cub, and he's quite loyal!]