Eddie taps on the bail jar lightly with his wand, enlarging the container a bit. A second wand-tap fills it with warm seawater. He gently plops Aristotle in. After a moment of consideration, his glasses go in as well. The octopus once again busies himself folding and unfolding them, though with perhaps less panache than earlier.

The presented chocolate gets eyed a little, but he's not about to refuse. "Thank you, Sullivan." He plucks one of the bars off the counter, not pausing in his unwrapping when he answers Sully's question. "Indeed. He's a very special octopus."

And not just because he was interesting to acquire, either. He reaches in to pat the little thing once he's started in on his chocolate. It seems a silly remedy to him even now, but if it works, well...