"Certainly," Pete said, cupping his hands for Jon to deposit puffs into. "In the name of science, of course. As well as the one in my pocket."
He could swear the puff on his left shoulder looked at him mournfully, but Pete really, really couldn't justify taking home four of them. Unless. "This one," he said, nodding at the puff on his shoulder, "I'll get for Ryland. It'll just live with me, because his owl gets bitchy and jealous."