The cat looked up at her, and nodded, almost impatiently, then gave a soft 'mrow', at her offer to help. She'd glance aroudn the room, then, with a combination of gestures, and sounds, direct Finexia to draw out about a dozen different ingredients. The cat would then bump into the cauldron, repeatedly, to draw her attention to it. Currently, it was nearly empty, just some sort of wet slurry, along the bottom.