Galley
The cat appeared satisfied by the positive reactions given by the crewmembers. As Tanja went to pet Darling, she accepted it. Her fur was just as soft as it looked, and quite clean. In response she gave an involuntary, soft meow as he tail flicked slightly, blinking. She enjoys getting pet apparently, and can't really help but to return to a slightly more 'primitive' behavior to receive it.
When ze petting stopped, she took the moment to respond to respond to Nan. "That's what I am. It isn't offensive at all." She looked amused - If that were possible expression for a feline to make - at Nan's revelation. Inwardly, she dislikes being called adorable. Who would call her adorable while she is inside Buddy, after all? Buddy isn't adorable. She knew inside that they probably couldn't help it anyway.
Her small head turned to Ash, recognizing the invitation and climbing off Buddy (now appearing inanimate) and making her way to her table, clamboring on top of it in front of the Iromakuanhe. Graciously, she begins to enjoy the spoils of the plate that carries the sweet sustenance that is required to survive. She didn't really care what was on it, finger food or not - If it were edible to anyone else, it was edible to her. It was a bit odd, the way she ate; It was most unlike other cats, who would simply use their mouths much like many other creatures. She seemed to utilize her claws to dig into her nourishment, as a sort of fork, then raising it to her mouth. With quadrupedal mammals and their frontal legs, ones carried by Darling, it may seem awkward to those watching, but it didn't seem to trouble the feline at all. In any case, it was unique, like a cat with sentience-Oh.