There's a class at Hogwarts called "Care of Magical Creatures". I've dealt with much worse.

[She follows his lead and takes a seat on the couch, lifting up the chocobo to sit in her lap, so she can continue petting him.]

I feel as though I'm offering you drugs.

[She pulls out a vial of turquoise liquid and holds it out to him. The glass is warm, and when he takes the stopper out, a silver mist should float off the surface of the liquid.]