"Pets, likely," she murmured, scrunching her nose at the thought. Not every being in the hotel had some special power, though magic was unnecessary to make someone strong or useful- she smirked at the thought that she felt Jaskier to be very useful and his only extraordinary talent was making ballads on the spot.
Ciri's laugh jingled silvery into the air around them. "I would never tell Roach such a thing." There was a pause to her response though as she thought back to her first few weeks at the hotel and constantly trying to portal out- knocking her unconscious more often than not. She understood the hotel's hold far more than most due to it.
"I've made some. Two very nice men." She paused, a twinkle in her eyes. "Did you know that in their world one must be 21 to drink?" She laughed again.