Yes, it's "magic" in a sense, more "Extra-normal", but it's still a magic cat that hasn't spoken a word of Common. The cat sniffs at the orange stuff. Then licks at it, it's tounge going through the cheese without any imprint.
Bleh. Ten points for the effort, but minus five for ignoring it. "Meow."
It pads back to the ball return and curls up right above the hand return. It was always warm there. It's head is still up, waiting for how they'll appease it next.
"After you and your family were rescued, did you guys go to any sort of therapy?" Justin asks. He immediately regrets asking, like he just picked at his friend's wound. "I'm sorry. I'm not saying he needs it, but traumatic experiences... I'm sorry."