[If Anya happens to make her make her way through Recollé Square at any point, she'll be greeted by a rather curious sight. Namely, that of a grown woman, likely in her mid-twenties, crawling on her hands and knees very, very slowly and very, very carefully toward a stray cat that's cleaning itself. She's still a good fifty feet away from the cat and moving by inches, occasionally pausing only to flip a black ponytail over her shoulder rather than let her hair drag in the dirt.
Anya blinks, pausing from her brief snack before she was going to dance practice. When she sees the stray cat cleaning itself and the woman, she'll move so that she can squat next to the woman, bringing out a spare tissue from her backpack and then placing some of her snack on the napkin.
ACTION; lmk if this needs to be changed
>Approach...?]
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Anya blinks, pausing from her brief snack before she was going to dance practice. When she sees the stray cat cleaning itself and the woman, she'll move so that she can squat next to the woman, bringing out a spare tissue from her backpack and then placing some of her snack on the napkin.
A little bit of tuna.
To entice the stray cat to come closer.
She's helping?]