"No, besides, I don't have the intensive psychological training I'd probably need to dig through your pile of magazines," Isabel replies, altogether too cheerfully. She chirrups right back at Califleur, though her own familiar is sitting a few feet back, fluffy tail curled around his feet. Isabel might be sure of the oh leopard, but Chaos is not, thank you.

"Who's a sweet thing, yes you are," she croons at Califleur--Chaos just blinks as Isabel kneels to pet her. He's used to--more like resigned at--Isabel's baby talk. "You know, if he forgets to feed you, you can come get some food at my room, Chaos can share--" At that, the Maine Coon offers an angry yowl, but Isabel looks over her shoulder at him.

"I'll get extra, I'm not gonna starve you, so calm all your tits!" Offering a snort up at Kuja, now, before she gets back to her feet. "Did you ever stop to think that she is the one handling you?"

Califleur gets a wink at that. Isabel knows what's going on.