Huaisang takes a seat at the table, rubbing his face.

"Put the water in the kettle first then heat up the food. Both should be done around the same time and you can serve them both at once. It'd be most efficent."

One might question the wisdom of allowing the man whose murder he arranged to prepare food and drink for him but right now, Huaisang's simply too tired to care. And maybe on some level, it's a low-key gesture of good faith on his part.

"Your mother's bones should be requestable, as far as I know. The Augur seems to be capable of a great deal. It managed to produce this replica of my home somehow. And her bones are intact and hidden in a secure location. If the living can be transported, I see no reason why the dead would not."

He did spend a substantial length of time here though he'd never been able to figure out just how long given the lack of a calendar. Huaisang gestures vaguely toward the ceiling.

"As for the feathers, I believe it began with a disagreement between Maiden Annie, one of the residents here, and geese stealing her socks. I'm not quite sure how but I believe Master Shen became involved in the matter and this feathery mess was the result."