Eddie casts a brief glance back at Sullivan. He doesn't look good, but given his recent, public parole from Azkaban, well... that's likely to be expected.

His attention goes back to his chilly little octopus, scooping him out of his pocket after retrieving the quill from the ground. "Actually... Would you mind terribly if I borrowed that jar again? He liked it quite a bit." He could conjure a container, but if the jar makes Aristotle happy, he'd rather that.