"I'm not," or if she is, only a little. It's endearing. She's come to know Dimitri's fussiness with the same fondness and familiarity as she knows his fighting style, his eating habits being one of the many parts of him that she has committed to memory. There's a small swelling of fondness in her chest, and she wishes quietly as she always does that being in everyone's company was this easy and felt this good.

"It's a good place to start- did you find anything you like?"