It's been a while since Makoto's seen her circle's celestial black cat, so her eyes only widen a bit at seeing this cat sitting by himself with piles of herbs. Still, that nostalgia is strong, and Makoto approaches the lone cat, her own bundle of herbs not only containing all four of the recommended herbs but a few extras: a pink rosebud and a small oak sprig.

"Hey, little guy. Are you someone's familiar?"