"Already knew how?" Elena repeated, in more than just a little disbelief. She stepped a little closer, a frown appearing on her face. "Last time I came in here, you said you had no idea. Now you just... suddenly know how to bake a three layer cake?"

Then she remembered what Anselmo told her. About their memories coming back slowly, and Elena put two and two together. "Sylvester... are you regaining your memories?"