In the direction of treat smell, there's a young woman holding a bowl who just finished casting Detect Magic and is looking a bit startled to have the object of her Detection immediately looking back at her!  

"Um.  Hello.  I- I thank you for bringing the food."  Aaa the archmage's(!) talking(!) familiar is paying attention to her, is it rude to feed it a snack like a housecat, it's definitely rude to ask if she can pet it even though it looks very soft...  she holds out the bowl mutely instead of picking the meat up with her fingers.  Would Varanthe like a small piece of stewed slightly-mushroom-flavored game bird?

Ooh, treat! And he didn't even need to ask!

He floats over and starts licking the chunk of stewed bird.

Okay yup this is happening.  A sliver of an archmage's soul in the body of a very large very fluffy hovering cat is eating the remains of her dinner.  Thank Sarenrae she'd thought to bring it.  

"Um.  Do you- would you like if I put it to the ground?  Or do you prefer it here?"

Lick lick. "You can put it down." Nom.

Then she'll carefully set the bowl down and- just kind of hang around watching until he finishes.  Not petting the archmage's soul.  Does he leave any behind when he's done?

If she did not want him to have all the tasty bird, why would she put it all in this bowl for him?

When he is finished he butts his head up against her leg to show his appreciation.

(Noor is pretty sure that actually Her Human's spare human is supposed to be bringing tribute to her and not to strange Big Weird Cats.  She hisses silently from the safety of Her Human's shoulder and sulks.)

(Sorry not sorry Noor, if the archmage wants snacks, the archmage gets snacks.  She'll make it up to her later.)

And then the giant talking cat familiar bonks his head into her leg just like a housecat???  She lets out a soft 'oh' and hesitates- wait it's a talking cat, she can just ask.

"Um.  I-  would, would you enjoy to be, um, touched on the head like unto- I mean, as small cats do enjoy?"

"A scratch behind the ear would be very nice!"

What is her life right now. 

But she knows cat body language decently well at least?  She crouches and tentatively reaches out a hand, and if the hand is deemed acceptable, Teleporting Archmage Cat Familiar can have so many scratchies.

He flops down and relishes in the scritches. It's very good when people give him treats and scritches.

Soooooooo many scritches for the giant kitty.

Once she gets over the sheer surrealness of the situation it's- actually really nice?  He's warm, and fluffy in proportion to his size, and Noor doesn't usually stay put to be pet nearly this long.  After a bit she starts quietly crooning 'good cat, important cat, pretty cat, precious cat' in Osiriani mostly out of habit.

Hmph.

Ironically, despite being conversant in most major outer planes languages, Varanthe doesn't speak a lick of Osiriani. Nevertheless, he correctly assumes the gist of her litany.

After a bit longer: "Okay, done now." Thank you tasty bird lady. One more head bonk for you, and a slow blink for the ferocious bitty kitty.

Off to the east! Time to hunt demons!

She'll stop immediately when he's done, she knows cats well enough, let alone archmage familiar cats. "I thank you once more!"  

Blai has by this time finished confirming that the manifest looks correct, sending the irregular sundries to a room where he can decide what to do with them from there, and having the oxen led off to be slaughtered and butchered and frozen. In between looking nervously at the archmage's familiar and the cleric to make sure no offense is taken on either side.

Yeah, the cleric was also pretty nervous about accidentally offending the archmage's familiar, but it seems to be... fine...?  Once he leaves, she stands and brushes the snow off her knees and squints after the dark shape vanishing into the dusk.

"Does... does such often happen?"  Oh no people are watching her she forgot about that part.

"No, normally a... wizard in their own person... arrives with supplies."

"I, um."

"I suppose such may be a... good news, then?"  She does not sound at all certain of this.

"Supplies are good news. The means of their delivery I don't know to have any particular implications, except that perhaps Cheliax remains short on teleport capable wizards."

Nod.  She chews on her lower lip for a bit, still frowning thoughtfully after the flying cat, and then stoops to collect her bowl and bring it to the kitchen. 

...actually, while she's there, she'll offer to collect the other bowls from the conference room if the officers are done, maybe somebody left a spoonful or two of broth she can bring Noor as a consolation prize.

Nobody did that. They've been on 7/8ths rations for a while. But the archmages taking such a personal interest in Worldwound supply suggests it might keep coming; he's tentatively putting them back up to full.

Ah well, didn't hurt to check.  Except all the stairs, ugh.  She brings the stack of bowls back down and pitches in for a bit, mulling things over.

"Is the book thing on today?" asks the cook who's in the book club.