"Lucky, are you all right?"
Lorne looked at the orange cat before him, whose fur seemed even glossier than before, and asked curiously.
"Meow-"
The orange cat stuck out her pink tongue and leisurely licked her front paw, seemingly taking in the changes to her body after her advancement.
"How do you feel? Have you awakened any new abilities?" Lorne stroked Lucky's silky back and asked curiously.
"Hiss-meow-"
A remarkably human look of confusion appeared in Lucky's eyes. She seemed to have awakened something, but she did not yet know how to convey it to Lorne. All she could do was rub her head against his fingers and purr, her face full of eagerness-
"Why does it feel like-you've gotten a little cuter?" Seeing her bewildered yet eager expression, Lorne could not help muttering to himself.
"But with a potion name like 'Instigator,' wouldn't you have to digest it by interacting with others, stirring up emotions, and provoking conflicts?" Lorne rubbed his chin, lost in thought.
"How would a cat like you do that? Find other cats and incite them to fight over dried fish or territory?" He imagined a group of cats hissing at one another, their fur bristling under Lucky's "instigation," and found the scene rather comical.
While he was still seriously considering feasible ways for Lucky to digest her potion, the orange cat beneath his hand seemed to run out of energy. Her head tilted, and she slumped down.
"Lucky?"
"Lucky?"
Lorne called twice, confirmed that she had merely fallen asleep, and shook his head helplessly.
"Ah, forget it." He sighed, carefully picked Lucky up, and placed her on the soft bed.
Then he returned to his desk and took a letter from inside his clothes. It was Cattleya's reply, which Queen Mystic Bernadette had just given