"How could we possibly refuse?"

She fishes a glass of her own from behind the counter, taking a brief moment to scrutinize whether or not there seem to be sardines about — but then decides that she'd prefer her cat without the fish breath. For the moment. When he got hungry, she'd find him something.

Fortescue sits down at Balthazar's table, although Jazz evidently chooses to wander around a little and poke his head into things. "Are there no other pets brought along here? People seem surprised to see him."