[Ruddiger takes the pie crust reverently, like he's been handed a precious jewel. Thank you for this gift, kind sir.

Varian snorts, ruffling the raccoon's ears because why are you so fat.]

Exactly. I don't mind letting Ruddiger run around in the woods a little, at least...mostly because I know he'll come back.

[He just needs some trees to climb, let him live.]