The call of a cat's instinctual 'climb high, trust me bro' was too hard for even him to resist following her up if only just look down from the better vantage point and look at the exact same mostly-empty-room only from a different angle now. He seated himself as he took in the view. Ah yes, the foretold instincts were right about this, there was totally a ton of new information to learn from up here. Instinctual demand satisfied and tail swishing from side to side from adventure, he turned to Rhiannon studying her behavior which seemed rather familiar with the working of a twolegs' nest. He just thought she struggled to claw at the door and they would be on to the next part, but what was this? It just opened?? He could a learn a thing or two from this one.

/a look that said 'if you try to lock me in here I'm going to kill you'./
His pupils dilated with the realization that he could in fact just do that, and shrank back into more a slit-shape as a sign of self-control to not just immediately go for the kill so to speak. Sometimes you gotta play with your food a little after all. He followed her to the door nonetheless to watch her from a distance, sniffing at the door for ...safety reasons? or whatever excuse that natural habit convinced him to do it for.
"Mrr-" the tom utter the sound as he wisely took note to back up and get out of the way of bottle. What was she doing? Was this a good time to lock her up now? He had to admit it was rather tempting, especially when she told him not too- like telling any child it just made him want to do it all the more.

"They do like to stare a light up flat-rocks all day," he referenced their strange phone devices when he considered they're behavior. "I suppose it's possible anything they do could be some strange ritual we don't know about." Uta was tempted to jump down and inspect the new liquid but first... He looked back at the her, turned away glancing at everything and the door - just there.

He quietly pawed the door closer and then slowly started to swing it - EERRrrrK the hinges unleashed an ungodly creak that caught even him off guard as near closing it all the way. Oops. busted.

/ What do you think you're doing? /

"Why getting the door for you my dear," he responded with a flat-tone and with no hesitation as he pawed the door the last two inches closed- before bouncing back open. What. He tried again but it bounced back open as he wasn't swinging the door hard enough/he was slamming it too hard and creating this awkward mess of ruining their bonding friendship.
He looked up to her quite fine with admitting defeat without a single ounce of shame.

"How bout we call it even?" 'and forget this ever happened?' would be the rest of that sentence.

(i know i asked about what kind of kind push-lock it is, and it might be different from the the kind i grew up with but here some nonsense for th lols anyways)

"Well, I like to think of it as entertainment. Clearly I'm the spice in your life." he replied so confidently, and still deadpan that was hard to tell if it he actually believed it or was just really good at selling his jokes. "But I suppose if you insist," he shrugged a paw as he turned away and hopped down to the floor to inspect that mysterious liquid she had dropped moments ago.

"I guess I could get you a drink" and when the nearest drink was at his feet it only stood to reason he had to try it so he could offer her the easiest drink option that she technically both found and opened in the first place. No one ever said he wasn't lazy.

"I prefer not to owe anyone..." he glanced at her, an expected response from any self-serving PI cat. "Wow an escape room, well in that case we should both be locked in one and first to escapes wins!" he amped up a little more excitement that time before "And you know, loser dies or whatever." he went dead tone and shrugged, sounding as non-nonchalant as it was to him but also as bored and simple it sounded to him.
Meanwhile he was studying the drink and didnt have an answer for her when she asked.

"I dunno, smells kinda ... strong" he struggled to imagine what it was when it had it fruity smell, and that punctual odor was somehow familiar almost like... "fermented berries? But it so... No, must just be something with fruit then?" he didn't have the words to describe how it was different or rather why it was. Did that make it more dangerous? In the wild, fermenting was a hard craft to master when you don't have opposable thumbs or sealed containers or much of control over the process for that matter so he could believe he was correct, surely it must be bad by now. So few have rarely seen and knew about the process beyond their limited, archaic methods and results.

/You should taste it first/
"I dunno..." he started naturally, "I mean I guess if things go south I do always have a way out, but depending on it's effects and how much time i would have - it would probably involve killing you, but that's a hassle and I'm not suppose to do that anymore." The marbled tom aluded to something but without much more thought he made his mind anyway, "Well, guess I'll just have to take my chances. I'm sure Accalia and the kits would understand."

Let's be real, this was just some bad berry juice as it's worst after all, right? And he was thirty and his own 'curious to a fault' had long progressed into 'recklessness for a deathwish' with age rather than self-preservation. He extended his neck closer, giving one more nose twitch of a cautious sniff of the substance before lapping it up once, then twice. He smacked his mouth a bit with narrowed eyes as he stuidied it's taste and the tip of his tail flickered behind him.

"It... has .. some kind of fizz and... would probably taste better cold?" Even a bad flavored fermented berry batch could taste passable if it was cold and while this wasn't bad there was something stronger about it that could be muted by temperature if desired.

/ you're going to have to try a little harder than /this/ to kill me /

"Really? How fun, I should have one of my kits marry you, what your type?" he asked as he went back to sniffing the liquid; sounding so harmless when paired with a smile, but since when he start using terms like 'marry' when he wasn't even married? Or how could this tom think he could go from not caring about his 30 something kits and now think he had any influence into getting them with 'arranged' relationship. He really did live in his own world sometimes...

"Ah yeah - cold like something to keep bottled up into the leaf-bare season and then opened or once I learned this fun trick to use some twoleg tall, cup-thing and then you stick it in or next to a river so it's get like a chilly-cool if not cold." He started to ramble a bit, waving a paw and looking to where the sun would have been if he could see through the nest's walls, losing his focus or sharing knowledge; in either case something he tended to do. He came back to at the sound of 'blood'.
"I didn't the notice the metallic taste..." course for him, it was nothing special and he wouldn't have pointed it out even if he did. Makes cats start asking 'why do you know that?' and giving him funny looks for the rest of the month.

"Eh, twolegs are crazy - they eat apples, cherries and even deadly pufferfish. Don't they know those seeds and pits and the whole fish is deadly to eat?" He spouted old wives tales but to be fair he wasn't going to do his own research to debunk either and all it takes it one kit to chew a pit or seeds and start acting sick for a new 'deadly' food to be added to everyone's list.

/ Dead /

"Ehhh? Really?" he really turned his head sideways at her for that one, he never heard of such an admission. "I didn't strike you for that, nor I have ever understood that but... I guess I just get hungry, not horny around the dead." he started to mumbled as he was over thinking her joke way too much. He was unnervingly quick to move on though and not be disturbed by the thought as he joined her in taking another sip as well. While he wasn't necessarily a connoisseur, he did enjoy fermented berries very much. He liked to feel the warmth in his face and while he wasn't quite on an empty stomach to feel it's effects soon enough, he would stick around and attempt to consume more for his own satisfaction.


/ Do you think they might have superpowers? /
The marbled tabby looked up at the nest's ceiling as he gave it a ponder. In all his years he didn't tihnk he really saw the twolegs do anything of 'superpower' worth but if cats like them had unique abilities and clancats had elementals - shoot it as all adding up too perfectly. A look surprise crossed him as he turned back to Rhiannon.
"Of course - they command monsters at their will, they eat deadly foods - I mean I was gonna say they must have some kind of Yarrow to make them throw it up but it's just make sense! All the strange things twolegs do, they're some kind of immune super power or immortal beings." Could he be wrong? Yeah. Was he completely sure about what he was saying? Eh, a little. Did he really care? No, he was having a great time and just in the mood to entertain the idea.

/ I'd just prefer any of my suitors to be dead so they stop bothering me /

He looked at her and gave a narrowed-eyes 'really?' then his eyes lit up as if he suddenly got it except he had a 'ooooh right, sure you don't' face. He winked at her put his paw to his lips as if to say it was their secret. It must have been the bad twoleg fruit juice that made him just a little more infuriating than normal to deal with. And from his perspective, it must have been the she-cat's vice to make her open up, and what a rather dark door to open indeed.

"It hassss to, I mean they have big square leaves [painting/photos] just hanging on their wall with nothing holding them there - I know I've seen a kittypet knock one off before and only a twoleg can put it back and just.. make it levitate there. And it just floating, like an endless supply of magic and I want it - they clearly have more than they need to share." he gestured with a paw as if they were long-time conspiracy theory buddies on their weekly wine-tasting get-together.