[Connor waits patiently as Castiel herds the slug, rotating his hands every so often as his own gastropods slide across his hands.

Once Castiel emerges with his slug, Connor says:] You did it.

[Accepting the container, Connor tries to coax his slugs inside. The chonky one makes it a suboptimal environment for so many slugs.]

Did you hurt yourself? [Then, cocking his head:] I think we should drop these off in your room. I’m not sure how many slugs we should keep in such close proximity.

[Will they be friends — or perhaps territorial?]