Geary spun around and saw his bag. Filled with joy, he pounced the bag and opened it using only his teeth. He grabbed something from it in his mouth and scampered atop the child's desk. Geary dropped a gem, glowing a brilliant green and in the exact shape of a cat's pupil, before the child. He tried his hand at speaking and, although it was a bit high of a pitch, he didn't seem to mind or regard it in any fashion. "These are my latest creations, the Cat's Eyes. I promise you that I named them long before, well, this, so I hope you won't take it as a pun."
Geary: That means you get a companion for four levels, then it gets an upgrade.
Draykin: A very PAINFUL upgrade.
* Digital_Vulpine eeps, since the rules don't specify that I'm exempt from the psychic link that Wizards have with their familiars. o_o;
Geary: GET YOUR PET DRUNK.