[Calliope really isn't comfortable about being in crowds, but she wanted to at least come by in passing. It is due to out and out curiosity, on many levels—coming from a species that is (normally) asocial, things like memorial gardens are an utterly foreign concept.]
[But Calliope is not normal, and she likes learning about cultural practices. This definitely qualifies.]
[So here she is, wearing one of those god-awful shark hoodies tugged down to try and hide her face, and gloves on her clawed hands. The green-cheeked cherub is lingering close enough to listen, but still trying to keep her distance.]
[... at least until she notices the cookies. Then all bets are off, and she's making a very polite raid on the refreshments table.]