Balthazar approves. Especially in a place like the hotel. He smiles as the tail wagging. "Magic is a name we give to forces we don't quite understand, and the methods we use to manipulate those forces. But I was about to cook lunch. Would you like to join me? I was going to make oyster stew, minus the onions. So...basically cream and butter and shellfish."

He gives a small smile. He's hoping this sounds tempting to a cat. He was planning on serving some to the older Roi anyway.