Fluffy was definitely not Tim’s name. He had a number of names in this form, though the one he liked best was the one his dear nibling had given him - Uncle Pug. It was, without a doubt, his absolute favourite and he responded to that better than he did to anything else. Still, Terry wasn’t about to guess that, and he didn’t mind because right now, Terry was playing with his ears and tilting his head into that seemed like the best idea in all the world in that moment. Even food wasn’t bigger than enjoying the gentle petting he was being subjected to.
By kitchens, he assumed Terry meant the ones in the apprentice lodging, and that made sense, actually. He squirmed again, meaning to get down, flipped a bit, but landed on his feet and trotted over to the door, bouncing a bit when he turned around to see if he was being followed or not.