Cayce opened her mouth, started to say something, thought the better of it, and closed her mouth again.

Then she bit her lip, suppressing a wild giggle. Because it was sort of funny; did the weird-ass etiquette of this place indicate that asking someone what they did to get dumped in a fountain was somehow rude? Like talking about your salary?

She shook her head to banish the silly thoughts and finally forced herself to say something. "When did this happen?"