Oh. Oh, dinner was giving tummy rubs. Rasputin was very okay with this. He made a bunch of gross clicky noises that were maybe probably the sort of wretched noises a Skulltula made when it was content. Amp need not have worried about being rough -- this spider, after all, had been raised by Char. Roughness was simply a fact of life.

"See, that ain't so bad, is it? Y'really like Rasputin, don'tcha, rat?" He studied Amp for a second more -- or to be specific, he studied her tail. "...And you're a girl, too. I thought chicks were s'posed to be grossed out by spiders."