[Absently rubbing salt in the wound as he rubs the cat's ears and she purrs a little and winds herself around his wrist, that's Lenka. He doesn't mean to, really, but the cat's just stood on his head so it's still recovering! He quirks an eyebrow at Teru.]

Maybe you should try dreaming about dogs. Or rabbits. [there are plenty of other fuzzies in the sea! never mind that the analogy doesn't work] Everyone on campus feeds them, you know.

[You're talking about cute kitties on a college campus, dude, they probably end up eating at least half the leftovers from the cafeteria.

In the meantime, the cat has figured out where the smell of tuna came from and is trying to bat at Teru for more, so Lenka gently catches its paw. There's a thoughtful pause where he looks between the paw and Teru's person, then:]

... Did you want a glove?

[He has his gardening gloves on him...]