The flap of Jay's backpack moved and two eyes peeked out. There was the sound of a small creature blowing raspberry.

"Boo votes no it for dealing for worms," Jay commented as he flipped the flap back and dug out his miniature giant space hamster. "And apparently definitely it for stowing away in my gear. Guess I should call May to tell her she doesn't have to keep an eye on him."

He squinted admonishingly at his pet. "I'll put the worms on to protect Pookie's delicate sensibilities."