Major gathers up the clothing and then lowers it down enough to the ground so that Ferret-Ravi can hop on board. He's also keeping a tight grip on Minor's makeshift leash - and just to be certain the puppy doesn't go running off again, he puts the stuff back down just long enough to tie the cord into a loop around his wrist. He then picks all of the stuff, and maybe-not-a-rodent-Ravi back up, before coming up to standing again.

He looks down at the little beady eyes in front of him with a mischievous and insanely amused smile.

"You know I'm never gonna let you live this down, right? Like, ever. We could be in this place 'til we're 95 years old, and I'm still gonna make fun of you for this. Huh. I wonder what kind of nicknames I can come up with for you. Hmm. I don't think I know of any famous ferrets, but I can remember the Toon Patrol, which was made up of weasels. Remember that? In Who Framed Roger Rabbit?? I'm inclined to call you like .. Smarty, after the main guy, but I think Greasy's funnier, so that's what we're gonna call you. Greasy."