Hey, Linka, leave that alone-
[The Bat blocking the camera backs off with a chitter, almost knocking it over in the process, as a hand grabs the communicator to save it. At least he's not trying to have any of his Spirits hold it?
That would be a fantastically losing prospect.]
Okay, are we set? We- Linka, come on, you don't- [The bat flaps by again, the end of a roll of bandages draped over her head and one of her wings, squeaking happily and trailing the cloth strip behind her. A slightly frustrated non-specific exclamation comes from off-camera, and this time two hands grab the bat, unwinding the bandage from around her before setting her free again.] How do you get into all this stuff? I should get some more boxes with locks on them... Okay! Just- stay put for two minutes.
[Considering the Spirit in question, the person making the broadcast is obviously Ven, but he's finally seen full-camera for the first time as he steps back into frame, reaching over to pick up something small-ish carefully in one hand. He's in the little clinic he started in the Fourth District, which he's sort of halfway redecorated in (what else) shades of green, mostly a pale sea green that's pretty restful. It's clear he hasn't gotten much in the way of organizational materials yet, though.] Can everyone see me? Or at least hear me? 'Cause Wheeler knocked this thing in the shower the other day and it's been a little weird since, and the moogles had to replace a couple of parts.
But I think we finally figured something out! One of the moogles and I were working on a container to put potions in for Spirits, since it's kind of hard for them to drink out of the regular ones, and this seems to work pretty well. See?
[He holds up his hand, palm up and fingers open- only for Linka to fly in front of the camera again and block the view. Ven just sighs and waits for her to find her perch on the rod he hung from the ceiling behind his head. When it's visible, it's plain he's holding a shallow clear bowl, possibly glass but probably some sort of plastic, with a flat bottom for stabilization and what seems to be a separate lid, screwed on. It's mostly full of liquid, but since it's clear it's probably just water, and it's about the size to fit comfortably in a normal pocket.] It made more sense for us to try and figure out a design they could drink from, since most of them are a lot more animal in body and don't have hands. These things are pretty indestructible, we spent awhile throwing them at the walls to make sure. They won't hold up under really big stress, but normal every day stuff and even a lot of fighting should be fine. And see? They already know how to use it.
[He unscrews the lid and bends down, disappearing for a moment from view, then reaches up and grabs the communicator to focus on his test subject - Wheeler, who's been pretty much behaving himself this entire time. The little dish is next to him, he chitters something up at Ven - and at Daddy's "go ahead," he bends over and his little lizard tongue comes out and starts lapping up the water in the bowl.]
It may not be perfect, but it's a lot better than trying to feed it to them, and they're refillable. We've got a bunch over here now, and- Mati!
[Ven and Wheeler only have time to jump back out of the way with a screech on the Hebby Rebb's part, as with a baaaaah a round, white fuzzball barrels through the screen, over Ven's toes, the place where Wheeler had been, and the place where the bowl still is. With a clatter it tips over, spilling water everywhere as the Tama Sheep continues on out of the picture, Wheeler starting to chase after it and scold it for messing stuff up.]
[Ven, meanwhile, can only sigh.] At least that proves that they don't break easily.