Grant should have been mortified, or surprised at least. Instead he found himself imagining what Wesley had described. "Ew." He wrinkled his nose in disgust. "That is...why would...how messed up do you have to be to...No, just...ew." He shuddered, trying to get the image out of his head, though to no avail. "My gods that is just terrible, why would anyone do that?" He was clearly very grossed out and had a hard time accepting it. As Savayna would state that their families were...fucked up...he had no idea what to say, really. He scratched his head for a moment, though he did get something. "Well, that just leaves it to us to fix it, right?" He would ask somewhat optimistically.
In the dining room, the basket was nearly devoid of flowers at this point. Emiri had been working nonstop, hoping to finish the wreath sooner than later. To her delight, it was very much complete and very nice looking. She would applaud herself and after a few seconds of celebration she would uncork the bottle Ryua had given her. All she had to do was sprinkle it on, right? She lightly tapped the bottle, though nothing would come out. With a small frown she tapped it again. Nothing. She held the bottle upside down and saw nothing coming out. Holding it up to her eye, she would see that it was definitely in there...just not...coming out. She held it upside down over the wreath and shook the bottle meticulously, though she would give up.
"Jaakuna!" She called him, hoping to get some assistance. "It won't come out!"