"I don't know if she actually can talk, or if she's just mimicking sounds. I guess we'll find out eventually."

(You know, after she starts cursing at Albert.)

A few more bites of pancake later, Harry leans back in his seat to catch his breath and take a momentary break from stuffing his face. "Man. I haven't had a breakfast spread this good since I was home."

And he means home home.

"Why don't you tell me a little about yourself, Cheria? All this generosity, and all I really know about you is that you're a breeder. And one hell of a cook."