Hm, astute, too. More than she would have expected. She had a great many expectations placed upon her as her father's only 'heir', and the Fawley name didn't command the same respect as his. The Black family was one that had always been at the pinnacle of tradition and propriety--the family that set the standard. However, with all that business with Sirius, she supposed that left Regulus with very big shoes to fill.
She was quiet for a moment as she considered which was the biggest burden. "I think the two areas are heavily dependent on the other, but family expectations..." she trailed off, clearing her throat and reaching for her tea-cup. The conversation was drawing to areas she wasn't wholly comfortable in. "Some people are harder to please than others," she concluded.
She glanced to the quill. It was true that most of the items in her life were some pastel shade or another as she had a penchant for the more muted shades. It had been her way since a girl--feminine and delicate, she supposed. There was probably something in that but she never dwelled too deeply on it.
"My mother's tastes are--well, let's just say traditional," she laughed softly. Dark, dusty, antiquated. Perhaps that had been the driving force all those years ago. "I suppose it was my way of striking out as a girl." She looked to the store from. "I have a feeling the awning will change a great many times before I settle on one."
Like she did with all tasters, she waited with baited breath to hear his opinion and busied herself out of politeness with her own selection. One did not stare, after all. The quill was poised until he began to speak. "Coffee and orange," she repeated, intrigued. "I can't say I have considered a citrus combination."
The quill looked at her, and with a nod in its direction, it continued to scribe. Experimentation in the kitchen was by far her favourite thing.
"Yes, I was sorry to hear about their passing," she said sympathetically as she lowered the tea-cup. It was thing said, of course. She wasn't especially close with either of them and she knew Walburga Black certainly had her... quirks. "I can understand the need to separate yourself from the war. We spent most of time abroad during that time. Britain seemed to fare worst."