Gyre's little toe push moves the bowl up against the side of the black blob and immediately it latches onto the underside of the bowl. In a matter of moments it's covering the entire internal surface of the bowl, still seemingly prickling and shifting underneath. The bowl doesn't seem to move, but there's definitely movement if the gentle rattling is any indication.

"Not talking. Ask Eleven." They answer Gyre first, two eyes turning to Luka to watch him.

"Maybe good before, never here." The add, tossing another log into the fire of evidence.