Sissel climbs onto his lap obligingly. No sense saying no when there's an offer right there. While he takes a moment to just shut his eyes and purr, his sharp yellow eyes open as Randel talks. Lucky. I haven't found anything familiar yet. And don't worry. I'm not hungry.

He perks up at the mention of a house and clothes though. Cats don't wear clothes, that's for sure. But something does feel like it's missing. Getting to his feet, he's going to circle the seated Randel and reach up on his hind legs to pat at his pack.