Wysteria being shocked into silence is something of a natural phenomena, as rare and strange as a moon's eclipse. Yet here she is on the far side of the table, spoon suspended halfway between little container of jam and Anna's plate.

Thank the spirits for Madame Bai. What on earth would she have said to that had she been the only person present to hear it? Something awful, likely. She can still feel half a dozen questions bubbling at the back of her throat over it and-- no, stop. With a soft cough, Wysteria doles out the jam onto the edge of Anna's plate.

Finally: "Well then I suppose I'm ashamed to say I slept quite soundly."