There's nothing unusual about the table; it's old, wood a bit rotted from constant exposure to the weather. It would have sagged eventually, it just happened to give out today of all days. Funny coincidence that.

Ginia considers Ebisu's question. Exceedingly good luck cannot be underestimated when dealing with minor cases of bad luck. Yet though she got the mask and any chance of keeping his involvement out is impossible with him aware, there's still the inclination to protect him. From himself, maybe. She looks at Ebisu, though also at Kunimi still possessing him, then to Unmi.

"That's a better question for my seniors."