They probably can, yeah.

Once they leave, Ms. Kreutzfeld offers Jeong a refill. 

"What made you curious about the Objects?" 

"Finding one, a long time ago. Kaede was the one who did, actually. It was a bar of soap, and it... Was not a very normal bar of soap."

"I don't know that I've heard of that one. A lot of our knowledge of the functions of the Objects come from a group of collectors that had nearly all of them in their position, before they all died off."  

Stiles and Kaede wait in the car. 

That they do.

"So, uh, tell me stuff about you."

"It switches the biological sex of whoever touches it. I don't know what it'd do to someone who's less—binary. And—all of them died off?"

"I don't know the identities of any of them, just that they existed. If I had more information, I suppose I could track down exactly what happened, but...there was some kind of incident, and their records and some of the Objects they held onto are lost to the rest of us." 

"I like long walks on the beach, scoping out crime scenes, and MMOs." 

"—crime scenes, really?"

"And these objects scattered when they died...?"

"Most of their objects returned to the general population. The lost ones may be hidden; there are many rumors of a treasure trove, somewhere." 

"You've never wanted to check out an active investigation? Maybe because my dad's the sheriff..."

"Not really? I can't say it ever appealed, particularly, but now that you mentioned it it could be interesting."

"Remarkable," she murmurs, taking another sip. "If the objects come from a—room—how did the room start existing in the first place?"

"The origin of the room is a mystery. There are some theories. Some believe the room doesn't exist; those of us who haven't seen the key don't have any evidence beyond the rumors. Almost every cabal with an interest in these objects wants to collect them, and most want to find the room so they can collect them there."

"Do I get to corrupt the only actual criminal in the car? Shouldn't you be corrupting me?" 

"We could corrupt each other and have us a lovely time."

"Collect them there? What for?"

"Oh, there are all kinds of theories. God was real, until he died, and the Objects are pieces of him. Gathering them in the room, which is all that's left of Heaven, will recreate God. Other theories are that the room is the one place where Objects have no power, and for people that want to destroy the objects because of their...addictive qualities, this sounds appealing."

"Are we flirting? Is this flirting?" 

"I'm flirting, if you are it's the best of worlds."

"...addictive qualities."

"No one has managed to prove what causes people to covet Objects they've used, but they tend to respond the same way when they lose them." 

"I could be flirting. Is flirting going to cause any trouble given the whole, investigating a murder thing?"