<sub>[Carrie the Larvesta is very skittish-- she inchworms away across the floor and wiggles underneath an armchair. SHE IS NOW HIDDEN. Never mind the yellow glow now emanating from the gap under the chair. She's hidden.]

[Meanwhile, Heather's thumping the pillows on the couch out of habit.]</sub>

It is-- from my world. Though, honestly, there's almost definitely an equivalent here in this one...

_{[She doesn't pay enough attention to musical theater to know for sure but like, c'mon, there's gotta be.]}

It's just a bunch of people singing in cat costumes, pretty much. Mistoffelees is the one who can do magic.

_{[Lifting a hand, she hums and idly 'conducts' with a finger as she tries to remember the words, because it's been awhile.]}

Hm-mm-mm-m-m-m, was there ever a cat-so-clever as Magical Mister Mistoffelees?

_{[Cutting herself off, she glances back at Loop.]}

Actually, I have no idea if you're like a magical dude or anything, I just kind of assumed from the hat. But hey, if you like Mistoffelees, then Mistoffelees it is.

_{[Heather is perhaps in a unique position to understand why one might want distance from an old name.]}