"Hmm...cities...I've heard of those. They're really lacking in trees, aren't they? Hey, let's go over to Madam Pomphrey's for dinner...she makes a good fish stew!"<br/><br/>After showing her into the hut, which was fairly simple, she led the way to a larger building where a number of catfolk were eating dinner noisily, chatting quite a bit. They gave her some odd looks, and she'd note that the females outnumbered the men by nearly a factor of eight. An older woman was attending a huge pot of stew, and several large loaves of bread sat near it, obviously intended to be cut from.