Their place is a rather fancy building with whole-floor apartments.

"Thank you."

She inclines her head.

Stiles goes home.

Back into their apartment, and Yeong tells Kaede all about her conversation with Victoria.

Kaede gets... increasingly distressed. "Do you think she knows? She probably killed him, didn't she? ...and she wants our Objects. She wants my bar of soap, I just know it..."

"...honey, I don't think so..."

"Then why did she suggest it?"

"Probably to see whether you'd react like this."

He opens his mouth. He closes his mouth. He stares at her.

She offers a sympathetic look.

"It's messing with my head—"

"Oh, baby..." She pulls Kaede into a hug.

"Why doesn't it affect you?"

"I don't know."

"I—can't even explain it, when I try I just think that it's because I'd feel so much dysphoria all the time but I know that's not all of it, my brain is giving me answers I don't trust—and even then I still don't want to let go of it because I will be dysphoric all the time. Half the time."

"—I won't take it from you."

Cling.

"Do you—feel like that about the other Objects?"

"...maybe? I don't know, not as much. They're just—things."

"Anyway... If Victoria knew about the key, she might've known the boy had it. I don't think she thought I had it, but..."

"We should look into that."

"Yes."

She finds her phone, and calls up a certain number.

A brief pause.

"Hello?" 

"Hello. It's Yeong."

"Of course it is. My best customer. What can we do for you?"