Fox tried to not laugh when Jeremiah was mentioned. "Jeremiah is my boss. We've definitely been butting our heads against this," she paused to rub a finger under Bento's neck, the feline lifting her head and purring, little paws kneading the air. Once Fox's hand was removed, she arched her back, perking up before resuming the strange mutual grooming she had going with Trouble.
Friendship.
"In fact, we discovered the piece of magic wouldn't converse with him. I have to wonder if it was that way solely because of his ring or perhaps if it has a bias against those who aren't of this world...."
She was heavily considering getting the piece out of it's spot (AKA Bento's bed) to see if it would converse with Nasir as well.