[Tate returns, bottle in one hand and snake carrier in the other, setting both down nearby. Michael's handiwork isn't admired right away, because Tate's taking the snake out with both hands - enamored by it once more in an almost childish way. It's cool, and he's still not over the fact it belongs to him. He turns back to Michael with a bit of that residual smile on his face, lifting up the snake in a 'eh?' sort of way to show her off.]

Yeah, about that - mice, right? Did you happen to bring any of those unlucky fuckers? I forgot about it but it's like, every ten days or so she should be snacking, right? I'm gonna have to come back and get more.

[He sets the snake down in the enclosure, watching her slither along to explore it.]

Is it better if they're alive or dead, in your personal opinion?