[Crowley opens his mouth to respond, does that thing he does where a bunch of useless syllables come out — because she has a point, really, the first thing humans did on Earth was nearly get eaten by a cat, funnily enough — before he settles on actual words.]

Well, I mean, sure. That doesn't mean you have to go about getting eaten by it. Must be a horrible way to go, all those mouths.

[He's yet to actually meet a fustercluck, so he doesn't know...... the specifics on how it works, but there's nothing about the situation there that seems positive at all. Which really is modus operandi for this place. It's the worst holiday he's ever had, honestly.]