[Fey]

A delicate sneeze, then another, announced the mottled bit of rabbit fur adjacent to the counter was, in fact, NOT a discarded muff. What little light made it down to that level glinted off the old brass frames of the Pince-Nez as a face peeked out. "Well, yes, I rather imagine he's not. No time like the present, eh Mirri? If I recall Eccentric has left his lunch, once again, upon the table without partaking. If we don't get to it first there might not be much left."

A wrinkled body stretched out from under it's cover and Sekhmet flexed her claws before padding towards the back room the humans called the 'Kitchenette'.