"Like I said, rich people. What would you do if you were a rich widow?"

"Figure out the magic thing that made that boy appear and discover how to use it to resurrect my dead spouse, probably."

"Kaede really wasn't trying to steal anything," she lies. "He just has these notions, sometimes."

"A bit of showmanship? My daughter was too proud for her own good, too.

Would you like some wine?"

"I never knew the full story. Was it her husband and her kid? I've heard a lot of rumors, and dad never told me."

"I don't really know, either. Maybe I should've researched her a bit more."

"I don't see why not."

She pours them both a glass.

"Has it been any use to you? The Nail File?" 

She accepts hers. "Not as of yet, but you never know."

"I heard it was her daughter, some kind of disease. I also heard it was a car accident that got both of them. There were other ones, like a gang hit...I never knew for sure, but everyone talks about her, around here."

"Do you know how she's so rich? Like where the money actually comes from?"

"She used to work for a fashion company, pretty high up, and I think her husband was rich, too."

"Used to?"

"I think she just owns businesses now? Like local stores and stuff." 

"I hope this experience hasn't been too much trouble for you. Your daughter doesn't have to let this ruin her life." 

"Thank you. I've had a—conversation with Kaede about what appropriate games are, I think there won't be any more trouble of this kind in the future."

"Allison was always getting into trouble. A bit of a wild one. I always thought she would grow out of it."

She sips. 

Sip. "I'm very sorry for your loss, however late the sentiment may be."

"We should go back, I don't think we'll find anything," he says in an undertone.

He nods.

He proceeds to "find" the bathroom, and then they make their way back. 

"Thank you. I find that most people don't really understand, even other mothers, but talking can sometimes help." 

"I probably don't understand," she agrees. "I can't imagine."

And the boys return, looking suitably contrite. 

"Did you all come together? We do still have a bottle to finish." 

"I'm sure they can show themselves out."