He's going to get a lock for that mimic's cage. Maybe make it live with Hange's hermit crabs.

"Hm," he muses, nestling in more. They've done this so many times by now, it's like they fit perfectly together like pieces of a puzzle. This limb this way, this limb that way, head here. "So long as we don't hit another hot spell, that should be fine."

And really, he could eat stew any time.

"I'll ask him."