[ Clarisse looks down at the dejected pig, not sure what to do. It's kind of funny, sure, but she's not a total sociopath. She doesn't want this girl to just... live as a pig forever, unable to speak or use opposable thumbs. Finally she sighs again and leans down to scoop Robin up under one arm. ]

So here's what I'm thinking. You're either a terrible gift from my father or this is a thing that happens in this town sometimes. I need to find out which.