She chuckled at that, settling in the opposite chair and swirling the dregs of the mug before upending it on the saucer, handle towards Sadako, as far as Missouri knew it didn't change anything, but that was just the way it was supposed to be done, "Now, tea isn't an exact science, sometimes it tells what's already passed, sometimes it tells what might be coming." A nod then, turning the mug slowly so she could get a look at the patterns, "Let's see what we've got."