K blinked as she read the description on her particular Jarvey again, noting the fact it said he was hard of hearing. Hmm, well, that was okay. This class was just about hanging out with them and getting to know them anyways, right? He very much seemed to be enjoying the pets and the kibble, so this should be absolutely FINE. She was also more than happy to just keep rubbing his little head and filling his tummy with food. And maybe if she was lucky he'd say fun things! Instead of just... talking about Canada? Maybe she should find him so maple bacon or something.. though she doubted that was in the selection of treats Professor XYZ had to offer.

She had moved her and her new friend to go look for more treats when all of sudden there was GNOMES? And the Professor was asking them to have the Jarvey's help round them up? Siiiigh. So much for just pets and food...

She wrinkled her nose as she weighed the options for how to assist. Did she want to climb down into the giant pit of mud? No, not particularly. But she also didn't want to just let the Jarvey in her hands go. Not that she thought he was capable of being particularly vicious past his prime, perhaps? but more because she was WORRIED she'd LOSE him or something terrible like that. So... into the pit she would go. She grabbed a handful of what looked like dog treats, stuff them into her robes pockets and climbing into the NASTY pit.

"Alright, MOZART." Was she talking REALLY loudly at the creature? Yes, because hopefully he'd hear her then. "CAN YOU GET THE GNOMES? I'LL ... ER.... HELP. AND GIVE YOU LOTS OF TREATS." Maybe if he did particularly well, she'd even actually touch one of those dead mice to give to him!

She set the Jarvey down, before going off on her own little escapade to try to catch one of the bothersome gnomes and throw it towards the Jarvey and just HOPE he was up to assisting.

If not, gnome throwing sounded like a nice stress relief.