Strange gets a brief, irritated look. She didn't ask him to choose for her!

But after giving it a moment of thought, Rita decides it's as good a choice as anything she would have come up with, and at least he did think to coordinate it with her appearance. "Fine," she sighs, "Let's go with that."

The workers compliment the excellent choice, then dry their feet and start clipping, filing, and treating the nails. Rita ends up having to flex her toes to allow the worker to do her job, but the woman acts like it's normal and she's previously worked with a hundred cat-feet just like these. ...Has she? Rita doesn't ask.

"How different could it be? I wouldn't think fae would be any more accepting. All mortals are as good as slaves to them, anyway." She scoffs.