"No such thing as a strange woman in my book." Flo told her, chewing the edge of her quill again. Her mother, she was sure, thought she was a strange woman, especially given how different she was to all of her siblings. "Different and interesting, yes, but never strange. Strange always sounds so very negative." Of course, her tone was friendly, not a telling off at all, just an observation that Flo herself believed.
"You'll do no such thing." Flo replied, listening to the other talk, an itch of an idea starting in her brain. "Yes, yes, I've noticed that myself, perhaps that's why I'm not dating myself..." She mumbled, dipping her quill in her inkwell and scribbling in her untidy note-taking scrawl on the parchment in front of her. "I wonder... I mean, it's still sort of expected that the woman is a homemaker isn't it? Especially in pureblood circles..." She rambled, thinking about her parents friends and how their children were settling, how her own sister was shortly expected to do the same and behave in a certain way. "Hmm, you might be on to something. How has acting like 'you' affected your dating life?" She asked.
Flo loved an interesting subject, and Clorinda was obviously a little bit outspoken and none too bothered about social convention. This was the sort of stuff that her editor would love or HATE.