Pookie was sitting up at a table, the first time in weeks, he looked to Vanderly when he'd come through the door. He was helping himself to a tray of food that had been brought. After setting down a large cup he smiled, "Moya Koroleva." he said lightly as he turned himself on his rump to face Van. Even sitting on the floor as he usually did, the table was a bit small. He made the normal set of table and chairs look like a child's set.