"Oh! Um. Excuse me..." And with those words, Anastasia practically materialized from around the tree Rhyssa was seated against--though the sound of footsteps on grass nearby would have provided an early warning.

(It wasn't so great a coincidence as it seemed, nor she so unobtrusive, really. She had also opted to take lunch outside of the school building, and wandered rather far afield in hopes of finding some patch of flowers her own pokemon might enjoy; and, having failed to do so, she'd been heading back to find a closer spot to sit for lunch when she overheard Rhyssa.)

"I didn't mean to overhear you, but--well, I did," she gave a small not-quite-laugh at that. "I hope I'm not bothering you," though her tone was polite rather than concerned, "But I do actually have some, if you'd like? Pokebeans, that is."