[Oh no. When one of the kitchen mousers strolls into the dining hall, Hendrik gives it considerable breadth. While his cat fur sensitivities are rather inconsistent, he doesn't want to risk dealing with sneezing fits for the rest of the day.

So he leans against the table on the other side, watching Jasper settle the bassinet on the tabletop.]

Is there anything specific you are craving? Perhaps the staff will have the ingredients to take a request for dinner tonight.