Link stared at the Sword when she relayed Zelda's answer, wondering if Zelda were somehow outright reading his own mind, rather than going through the intermediary.
Well, he had made enough noises of disdain for the old ruling class, it wasn't a hard conclusion for her to come to that he would be less than enthused about her requests. There was that fond exasperation again. "All right, all right," he said softly. "Well, I'm pretty sure Isha will have ideas about jewelry, and if it comes to it, I'll ask Riju about the rest. Does she have any preferences on any of it, or do we trust Riju's judgement?"
Of all the things he never imagined himself asking about...