"W-we?" Mayday squeaks. That kind of implies things that make him blush and stutter more than usual and wow it sure is time for some extreme finger twiddling!

"I, um. I maybe have been kind of... taking them home and, uh, cleaning them up. And feeding them. And, um. Organizing them."

Finger twiddling intensifies. "They like it okay!"

Don't judge him, deer enjoy being stacked.