"Uh huh," Felix snorted, unbothered. "Figured we'd probably be leaving once everybody was up so we could go get food, and I'm not walking all the way back with wet underwear. Figured you guys wouldn't give too much of a shit. I'll warn you before I abandon ship so you don't get flashed. Next time we come down here we need to pack a basket of some shit. And some pillows, at least."
His eyes fell on the owl as he took another drag, figuring that Marco was probably going to end up bringing it back to the house. "Gonna name him? Her? Them?"