What's to worry about? Lucas is, clearly, having a magnificent time here. Just look at the fabric on this couch. So lovely and smooth and furnished with such a fascinating texture. He reaches up, running his fingers along the the dark cushions, and...

...is that a mouse?

"Hello," he says, blinking up at it. Normally he'd be more than a little irritated at finding a mouse in his apartment. But right now, while he's flying high as a kite, all he can think is: that mouse's fur must feel glorious.

He reaches up, intent on touching it.