The feel of a paw smacking against his boot is enough to get his attention, following the cat towards the booth. Her stock certainly looks like it might hold the sort of thing he's looking for.

Jim smiles back on reflex, though of course this is no time to flirt. Or thank Crookshanks for the tip. "I'm hoping you might. Do you have any, uh, mugwort leaves, or basilisk scales? Or can you recommend somebody who might?"