Naviru looked at her. "Yes. It may be just a few drops and extremely diluted but people with fae blood in their ancestry are endowed with special powers. The only other type is a witch. Yet witches don't have psychic powers. That is more of a fae skill." He said softly. "If you are of even a slight sliver of fae descent then I'll be cut more slack." He said softly. He looked at her. "Fruits. Nuts. Berries. Sweet things. I haven't ever tried anything else. We don't usually eat human foods. It'll be exciting to try human foods." He said with a smile. He tilted his head. Who was this Granny person she kept speaking about. Blinking and hid behind something for a second when the wolf dog was let in. He came out when she said it was her pet. Studying the animal. Blinking a bit as if unsure the girl wolf dog was safe. He had heard stories of dogs swinging fairies around and playing with them like they were toys. That was a scary concept.<br/><br/>"Pancakes?" He said in puzzlement. Yelping as the elderly woman came in. When Granny came close he bolted and crouched down behind the shoe box. Peering around it at her. She came to see how he was doing? Why? How could she see him? Nodding his head a bit. His arm was somewhat back into place but still hurt like hell. He blinked and nodded his head again. A good witch? They had heard rumors of such things but never had these rumors been proven. Most witches were proven to be evil and twisted. She SEEMED like a nice old lady. He slowly walked out. Holding his shoulder of his other arm. Whimpering in pain as the shoulder was still dislocated and it hurt like crazy. He watched as Aurora cooked. What was that yummy smell?