[That is a very bold and spicy assumption for him to make. Erika is visibly consumed with thought, eyes flicking around the wreckage of the barn. His blank look catches the corner of her eye; she glances up reflexively, spends a few seconds trying to read it just as blankly, and lifts her eyebrows when she catches on.]

...Hmm. [Very, very spicy. She rubs at her cheek and looks back at the ruin.] Kids don't stay on topic. [That's all she has to say about that at the moment, seeming off in her head somewhere. When she comes back, she turns in place to speak to Akechi directly, as though materializing a tiny war room around just the two of them.]

One of two things happened here. [Arson, or the kind of ritual that uses a lot of enchanted ink gone explosively wrong.] The kids probably don't know which one, and they've probably been told not to talk about whatever happened before that. Right?