"You could send it to one of the owlerys. They'd take it, wouldn't they?" Jack suggested, although he didn't know if that was the case. The Owl Post and what not probably didn't want troublesome owls. "Or send it to the school? They've a soft sport for things." That owl had been around for ages though, nipping at fingers since they were little'uns.
"You could wear gloves when you handle it, you know," he pointed out as he turned Andrew's hand over, and traced circles against his palm before he released it. Their noses nearly touched. "You're welcome."
A thunking noise came then, a rather familiar one. "Oh that'd be the food!" Well, the food itself wasn't thunking on the window, but his owl surely was. "I'll get it!" He scrambled off the bed with thoughts of pancakes and bacon and went to open the window to let the feathered creature in.
"Ahh, smells like heaven," he said as he freed the big paper sack from the owl's claws, giving the bugger a treat before sending him on his way to hunt mice and what not. Jack returned to the bed and opened the bag, pulling things out and divying them up, setting Andrew's selections before him and his own before himself, the smell of breakfast warming the room.