"You'd think so but Aegas is getting one last laugh this year," Billie says, although even she can't help but find some humor in it, so it's far from a bitter complaint. Once she's sure the cat is locked in a staring contest with Mercy and not planning on walking over to bug her, she'll fish something of her own out of a pocket.

Not a cigar or anything, just a small collar with a charm on it. Glamour magic, although from the alchemical side of things.

"I picked this up for Red while skulking around Krimnos. The default illusion is a winged cat."

Because, of course, it would be.