The grey cat brought her a tagged case for the vial(s)(howmany?).
"We don't sell coats, rugs, or tapestries!..." He growled. "No, not really. The galaxy's a mess, and I doubt the Terrellian's use poison very often.
" I never said I wanted her fur..I said I thought it beautiful.." Larsha ran her finger tips over his fur briefly before handing over the two vials.." Um, another question...I hope your not too attached to that cat..." Larsha said as she grimaced when she looked over at Mystra..She was now feeding the cat expensive foods..from her private kitchen, larsha growled in anger.." Mystra what did I say about touching my stuff!"
"Secretaries are hard to replace. But If she does want to go, I'll need to find another cat to go with. We don't let our cats go straying off alone."