Fruit. The maid seems beguiled, chasing the abandoned fruit basket with the rapt attention of a girl who, unlike her mistress, seldom receives gift. With a nod, Vannozza allows her to attack the offerings, shivered hands gathered around a fig.

The lady Spina herself stays distant, walking the room before sitting at Wei Wuxian's side to tease the outline of his dismissed mask.

"When, you say. Not if. I like that. Though, I am forced to remind you, I win what I have. I earn. I do not merely... inherit." She dons the rabbit mask, holding it up sooner than knotting it behind her head. "But... when I seize control, we will no longer stand oblivious, or on the defensive. We are armed with considerable, inexhaustible magic. We need not wait for the dead to come to us. And we can demand handsome pay of our neighbours, to serve as true death on their behalf."