Chelldon turned his head to Wheatley and just stared. Really? He was asking him? He'd never even seen a pub or been to one, let alone had he any experience in how it all works, invite and socialising wise. He doubted Wheatley was the hub of social interaction either. Blinking slowly, he shrugged his shoulders and turned back to the rabbit with a small frown. Picking up a bit of chipped concrete from the floor, he tossed it towards the creature with a curious expression, just to test what happened here.

He had a worrying inkling here that this was not going to be a nice little pet.

Turning his head back to Wheatley, he gestured to the rabbit with a small frown on his face as the fluff ball somehow consumed the concrete. Was that the issue he had to tackle? Stopping it from eating them or finding a way to stop it from eating all together? What did he want?