Zelda would have rather kept talking about Xena's wedding than talk about their letters, which was unusual for her, and was entirely because of the letter from Jo, balled up in her pocket, as well as because no one was ever fine, thanks when they said they were. (As someone who had claimed to be 'fine' via letter before - well, she knew it usually meant you were stewing on something, and neither of them would tell her what.)

She wished she'd taken the opportunity to tell Alfred about the breaking of the glass, one of the few things Xena was doing that Zelda actually wanted at her wedding - it could be a difficult little tradition to articulate to wizards raised in more mainstream cultures, but she thought that Alfred may respect it, might get it. But they were talking about letters now, and therefor about Jo, and she couldn't exactly change the topic now.

"The second one from yesterday? I did," Zelda said with a nod, not wanting to ask more about it or say anything about Jo with Ros around. She glanced down at her champagne, before glancing back at Alfred - sometimes when she had a drink in her hand and she was nervous she could find herself drinking it too quickly so that she had something to do with her hands, and she was nervous about that happening here.

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