"No one asks for anything in return, usually," Felwinter muses. "Favors are acceptable, but otherwise things are freely provided as needed, and as are available." That's how he's come to understand how things worked around here, anyway. Most of the other people in the city were quite open to helping as they could. Which he supposes makes sense considering they're all stuck in the same situation.

"The kitchen is in that direction," he says, pointing towards a doorway to the back. He seems to pause then, head tilting before he gives the slightest up-nod, unsure what the cat means to ask.