". . . With the fact that you can summon fish?  You should summon us more fish then.  It would advance your goals I think."

"...I mean, you can have as much fish as you can eat today, like I said, but you haven't even finished this bunch yet and if you leave it lying around it'll rot. Mostly I'm just trying to learn more about the world so I don't make big mistakes when I'm trying to end material scarcity for everybody."

"We know a lot of cats and could find hungry ones before the fish rots even if I couldn't find any before I came here.  And fish that's a little rotten is still better than none."

"Is it just fish and dishes or could you do - kibble and things - "

"I can do those too." Big ol' kibble dispenser.

Mungojerrie starts kneading at the crate they're standing on, their claws scratching up the wood.  "So you're not the kind of humanoid who only gives us food if we have shinies, but are you the kind that wants some anyways?"

"- no, I can make those too. Is that something you do a lot?"

"Is what?"

"Exchange shiny objects for food."

"When we have them."

"They're pretty hard to get.  Sometimes Presto helps."

"The humans who have the shiny objects to begin with probably don't appreciate that."

"I don't appreciate starving."

"No, no, I wouldn't expect you to, all the arguments against stealing stuff kind of fall apart when nobody knows you're a talking cat anyway, but if I made you a bunch of shinies those wouldn't rot, and once the kibble ran out you could bring them to your usual fences, in case I haven't solved material scarcity and told everyone some cats can talk by then?"

"Okay!!  - If I start eating and it makes me throw up are you going to kick me or throw me or anything."

"I'm not going to kick you or throw you! If you throw up or hack up a hairball or something I would rather you aim away from me, but I'm not going to get violent."

"Sure.  I didn't very much think you were going to, but I also didn't think that any of the times humanoids kicked or threw me before.  And you're askable."  They set in on the fish with none of the restraint expressed previously.

Cam, meanwhile, comes up with small cat-transportable objects of the sort someone who normally feeds cats for stealing them stuff might accept, and makes them in a heap off in the corner.

A black cat with one white paw, an intensely spiked collar, a little tailored kitty jacket, and a raven perched on her haunches is presently sniffing the heap.  It's not clear where precisely she came in from.

"- you're all dressed up! Can I take a picture of you and your bird?"

" - I guess."  She poses.

Picture! "Thank you. Nice to meet you, I'm Cam."

"I'm Mr. Mistoffellees.  How did you learn catspeak?  I've been trying to teach my housefolk since forever and she still only knows a smidgen."

"I'm impressed she could learn any! I have a magic language learning ability that turned out to work on catspeak. Would you like to bring your housefolk a device you can use to write to her, if you have learned* to be literate?"

*apprehended sourcelessly

"I haven't but give me one anyway; I'll figure it out.  Is the magic shareable?"