She knew how to do small talk, in the way that had been done in Slytherin. But Felixa didn't like small talk that much. Conversation was pleasant with friends, to be about anything. But with people she didn't know and such, she did not find it particularly useful.
However, Felixa was quite capable of listening and learning from anyone, if they knew better. So when the man instantly guessed it was her first time having a real conversation of this type, Felixa paid more attention to what he said and his advice. Well then, it was good to know, in the likely case that Emil was incapable of getting what she wanted. Felixa nodded her head, "Debitamente indicato."
"I want a chimaera," Francesca replied, "More specifically, the scales." None had been killed in a longer time than many pureblood families were able to trace their lineage.