"I haven't had enough coffee for this conversation," Ravi protests with a faintly disturbed look on his face, because honestly, he's starting to think that staying asleep would have been the better decision. He gives them both a plaintive look, as if he's asking them to somehow summon it from mid-air, even though he knows that it's not going to happen.

Sighing, he gives the goat a wary look, finger on his nose. "I call not-it on having to deal with what comes out the other end," he says, because that is not how he wants to spend the snowstorm. "Without responsibility in that area, I welcome the goat into our lives with open arms," he announces cheerfully.

"How long do we think that this is going to last?" he asks, glancing out the nearest window.