Eddie's glad to see Aristotle's moving around, if not terribly cheerfully. He grasps at his owner's fingers briefly before going back to playing with the glasses.

He extracts his hand from the jar and shakes off the water, watching her rummaging around and producing more fish from her bag. "It can't hurt." Instead of taking the offered fish, he just slides Aristotle's jar closer to Caroline. "Why don't you?"

He's fairly certain Aristotle won't bite her, at least.