Lennon picked Shark up, pleased that she allowed him to do that without struggling or trying to jump out of his arms. He probably didn't have long, so he took advantage of petting those soft ears and fur while he could. Very few things were as soft as a rabbit, really. He was becoming fond of Shark but it'd be cool to have a few dogs around this place, he thought.
His idle train of thought was interrupted when Felix pointed out the ceiling height now that the loft bed was there. "Yeah," he said, drawing out the word. "No cowboy shenanigans up there, reverse cowboy either." That one could be fun, if tricky positioning-wise. He felt sure they'd manage somehow.
He leaned over to put Shark down when Felix dropped the mug and nearly dropped the food. "Damn, that hurt to watch," he remarked. "Want me to take the dish so you can make sure nothing's broken?" Nothing like dropping something heavy and ceramic right on your foot; he'd for sure been there, done that before.