Okay, the cookie seems to be going over well. Hopefully it won't actually make the thing sick. Well, there's no chocolate in it, and if Asmodia's not worried about it, Sunshine's not going to worry, either. Considering how rarely she gives her food to animals, Biscuit can just count himself fortunate.

She sits back against the bench and pulls out a cookie for herself. "If you mean people with innate magic-handling abilities, that's probably right," she says, taking a musing bite. Once she'd swallowed, she adds, "But the Rift tends to gift people with weird, specific stuff they didn't have before. Like, my boyfriend can summon books from nowhere." Or he could, anyway. "Couldn't do that back home." Or walk in sunlight, but let's not out Spike so soon. Things like 'housing' are way higher on the priority list, here.

Speaking of. "But yeah, housing should be doable." If there isn't an empty unit, Aziraphale can probably just miracle one up. "For as long as you're here," she adds, charitably not mentioning just how long that might be. She can handle the feeding and housing and leave the bubble-bursting to time and experience.