[She grimaces at the mention of uncooked meat and potentially poisonous plants, wondering if Wirt might need to see a doctor in the aftermath of all that torture. For the moment, however, she lets him have his say, taking note of the apparent limitations of Bill’s powers for future reference. The next time something like this happened, she’d know to use sedatives along with the vervain and the holy water.]

That’s pretty understandable—and would also explain why he’d had so much coffee. [Which no doubt added to Wirt’s present misery.

Still, he seemed to shrug it aside once it clicked that there had been a performance of poetry. Cami leans back, startled when Wirt suddenly sits up and starts examining the walls.] I don’t think it was yours, exactly. [Her eyes wander over the pages, but she doesn’t read anything written there for Wirt’s sake.] It was about the world you came from, the Unknown, but it wasn’t anything you would have written about.

[At least not to Cami’s knowledge.]

Wirt, you’re going to be able to go to the library again. You might have to explain what happened to a few people, but believe me; that’s not even close to the oddest thing to have gone on around here.