Caleb frowned at that particular idea, though it was mostly because Molly wasn't looking at him. Frumpkin wasn't even around, probably curled up in Nott's bed back at the inn or doing other cat-like things, and it would be very simple to make him here, but wouldn't you know. He wasn't.

But Caleb just made a mild, protesting noise to the idea of using his cat for this.

"Play it by ear it is."