The napkin, once snatched back, will be folded so the paw print is on the inside and placed under the statue.

She breathes a sigh of relief when he doesn't ask questions and wonders if she should continue with her plan, watching him. He's... well, he eats like her. Just that he seems to try to eat more neatly and she feels like he doesn't quite know how to.

"It helps when you close your mouth and take smaller bites." Eärendil pointed that out to her when he tried to prepare her for tagging along with him in high society circles. She knows manners. She just considers them pointless most of the time. Worst part of living as a metahuman, really. Or well, one of them.