Strange can't help but laugh as Shishi strikes, yoinking that mysterious fried thing out from under their nose. He lets the lion nap on his feet: Strange is still laughing, trying hard to repress his giggles at Shishi's antics.

"Remember how I said animas affect their owners? Bell's being remarkably well-behaved, while your lion—" Right as he's saying that, Bell hops up on the table, idly sniffing the dish of fried food to see if there's anything that her herbivore self can eat. As she jumps up, she bumps into Strange's glass and knocks it over: the ale pours into his lap, dripping a little on Shishi's fur.

Yeah, he spoke too soon.