Titles only have as much power as you give them.

She dropped her head to sniff her cat, but Anani had redirected his attention to Luthien, his job done, he batted one of the Inan's toys at her. Meira sat, watching the two creatures, then tipped her nose up to look at Devin.

Eggs are good. Toast is good. Michael can't cook either. He says he can, but he can't.

She cocked a hip, shifting her weight over as she looked down at her paws, considering how eggs would work without silverware. She'd just have to eat like Anani did. Her eyes drifted back to Devin.

I don't suppose you have bowls...