[ Thanking Ereshkigal once more, Yesod takes the vase, holding it against himself with one hand while the other carries the bouquet. He moves to pay for the item, though he pauses to regard it for some moments first. ]

No doubt you knew them well yourself: Malkuth and March. I imagine that they would have made plans to celebrate with all of their friends here, this year.

[ Last year, they were all recent arrivals, and the situation was complicated in some ways. ]