What had she been anticipating? She can't say; she holds it only a short time before unraveling the cloth carefully folded about it. And then—

A pine cone.

"Oh."

It is not an Oh like a disappointed oh. It is pitched high like a bewildered question attempting to masquerade as politeness. After a blank moment, Wysteria carefully picks up the pine cone in both her hands.

"Oh," she repeats again, adding "How charming," and then finally, "What is it for?"