"You ask a lot of questions for a cat." Johanna picks a blade of grass, and runs it under her nose. She fiddles with it as she sits herself up properly and actually looks at Mogget properly.

"So what are you? A witch's pet?" Not that there's any dishonour in being trapped as a pet. Johanna can sympathise all too well. "Minion sent to do the bidding of the big guys?"