Greta swallows the slightly hysterical urge to laugh. No, she'd suppose most people wouldn't have sat down for tea with a mythical arrangement of stars. You wouldn't guess as much from the the cat's behavior, though; he's acting as if this sort of thing happens every day.

What else would a constellation do with its time? Just... float about in the sky, looking down at people? Sounds a bit tiresome. Maybe it's so calm because being sucked into a dream is better entertainment than it usually gets.

"Most, but not all," she guesses, peering at the cat's fur and noticing, for the first time, it's celestial shimmer. It's a little dizzying if she pays too much attention to it. "I suppose being stuck in the sky would make it hard to socialize." Then, "Are you normally stuck in the sky?"