[Cecelia starts to ask why multiple times there, but it's hard enough to let the boy spit out a proper sentence without him withering to dust, so she wills herself to be silent, even if it pains her to.

...wait, he thought he caused that-?

while gently picking at the packaging:] ...Dear man, are you trying to tell me you have some secret power to turn people to stone? [because she doesn't completely buy it.] I think that was mere...coincidence...

[what is this. tea leaves?]

...Where did these come from?