Al blinks at the unusual vehemence from the hipster-turned-owl, but...well, it is a fair point. "True. I should count my blessings on that."

"Thanks." Al takes the roll just as carefully and juggles it for a few moments before he manages to get it cradled with one arm and has the end of the roll in the other claw. A few careful tugs and finicky pulls later, he has...probably more sheets than they need for this, but the heck with it, he got them and that's what matters. He starts laying the paper towels onto the spill, wincing a bit each time he clunks against the counter.