"It wasn't a cat when you threw it at me," she started, "It was a sick ornament my parents made to commemorate my first pet." Adalia smiled slightly at his reaction when she prodded him about the crest, it was what she was anticipating and she was glad she called it. Maybe he wasn't as foolish as he seemed. Which was entertaining now but seemed bad in the long run. Finally Adalia jumped and stared down at the cat, confused and she quickly ran her hands down it's back.
"I don't know what to do, Daisy!" Adalia quietly hissed at the cat, who just sort of looked grumpy. The cat, having decided that since it couldn't get what it wanted from Adalia climbed up on the table and meandered her way over to Quinlan, parking its still fluffy butt between his clasped hands and his body. "Yeah, go ask him, he got you into this mess, too."
Taking the opportunity of not having the 'enchanted cat' in her arms she flagged down a barmaid and quietly asked her a few questions, passing over a jewel from a necklace she'd found in Quinlans coat and nodding her thanks before the woman wandered away, giving the pair and their cat another long confused look. Magic was one thing, ugly ratty stuffed cats were another.