For that deplorable goldfish, Nick is probably the best damned thing that's ever happened to it since it fell into Rey's care. She understands the basics of what it needs, knows where to find it it's food in the store. But with her, she either tends to feed it too much or too little, and certainly not enough to the point where her roommate's presence could be considered a divine intervention.

She starts to head up the stairs, then stops at what she perceives to be a rather odd question.

"Why, does it need one?" Rey wonders, squinting an eye.