Whatever the fried lump is, it has the lion’s interest. He sniffs cautiously, eyeing Shura to see if she’s paying attention. She is not, still very much flustered by everything Strange has said. When Shishi moves, she assumes he’s about to beg for more attention, and so she’ll drop her hand to his mane. This, of course, can only be read as an opportunity, and Shishi strikes like mighty lion lightning, moving in to snatch the fried lump before he can be stopped and ducking under the table to enjoy his stolen goods.

“Hairball!” Shura realizes way too late that her animas is a dirty thief, and Shishi is already settling on Strange’s feet by the time she ducks her head under the table to scold him. The little shit! But really, it’s easier to be annoyed with him than it is to process Strange said, so she’ll take the distraction.