[ His ears twitch a little at Tamamori's call, and then he looks over. Not that he particularly needs to see the human to identify him - his voice is distinctive in a way that almost grates.

He hefts the basket a little. ] I was, [ he affirms with a nod. ] I am finished now. Though I will be making something akin to medicine, not food, with all of these. [ He can't imagine most of these would taste good, and he's not willing to try. ]

Did you have business with me? [ He supposes he can imagine Tamamori running up to him for no reason than to strike up a conversation, but it's hard to tell what's urgency and what's his normal self... ]