"She seems to like it. That and 'momma' which I'm not entirely sure how that came about," he scrunched up his nose but it did work. Cori responded to a multitude of names, much like a dog might. She was a very canine-like feline.
Jamie paused for a moment, thinking about that like it had never occurred to him - because it hadn't. "Yeah, I guess... I can't shoot fireballs from my paws or anything though. Once you're a dog, you're just... Kind of a dog. Or whatever animal. My grandfather could become a stag." Which was far more impressive than a bloody Border Collie, and he wasn't ashamed to admit it.
He laughed and sat forward, opening the bag of tacos, "Yeah, tacos first. I expect you'll want to play fetch or something and I'm not doing that with a bloody taco." They would be all cold and soggy by then. "Detail to me your selection of fine faux Mexican foods 'cause I don't really get a lot of it." If he wanted anything Spanish-themed, he went to this little place owned by a Spanish wizard.