Oh, I'm certain he'll be back when he feels up for a little nip.

[ She pats the pockets of her magical outfit for a napkin, coming away empty - then remembers rather abruptly that this creature's domain seems to be made primarily of towels and tissue paper. She tears off a strip of the surroundings and hands them over. ]

I'm so, so, so so so sorry. I'm certain I'll get the hang of this someday soon.