Moira watches from her spot behind the vase, keeping an eye on both James and the woman. Surprisingly, James hasn't fallen for the women's charms yet, which slightly impresses Moira. Still, she hears his growling stomach; her own growls too, but much quieter in her cat form. She refuses to eat anything in this kitchen.

"Well, we're in a place that has no name but you haven't left home," she says, turning to withdraw a tray of the most delicious looking vanilla cake Moira's ever seen in her life from the oven, complete with creamy, wisps of frosting colored like peaches and several cherries on top. She drools, but no one can see her, so she allows it. "Would you like a piece of cake in the mean time, sugar?"