Warmhands knew there was more to the old saying, what in his eyes would be an axiom, a meal made with love is a meal made true. Care-wrought he called it. Constant contact or use, repeated over years or decades imprinted on the humours of an object to the point, almost, of giving it life. A particularly favoured quill might leap from the pot to the fingers of its paramour at exactly the right moment or even finish their sentences. A rope might coil out and catch that fumbling fool it adores so much. Or, a maid might mourn the umbrella which threw itself upon her attacker with no thought for itself, keeping it always on her mantle in the hopes it would stir again one day.
It helped, of course, that he was a conjurer. What took decades in the hands of a lay man took mere months in his spellbound palms. Yes there were faster and more reliable ways to animate an object if you were powerful enough, however, he considered that other way quite barbaric. He stretched his gnarled old fingers and scratched at his scraggly beard. If he was being honest with himself, as he felt he ought, he truly just preferred the company of things to people.
But what does this mean in practice? Not much, I haven't made a class, dungeon, monster or rules based on the above. I'm considering it, I make no promises. Maybe next time you need a familiar you'll think cloak instead of owl. It would certainly explain why they don't seem to be around all that often but are always right at hand.