Link stared at her. "You went from trying to pacify my ego to insulting it by saying there's someone who's on par with my cooking," he said. He looked at Ivee. "You'd better be damn good to measure up to that."
Her shit-eating grin told him that she sided with Zelda on that one, was amused at his expense about it, and would do her best to prove it to him.
At least he'd get a decent meal out of it. Not that he liked not being the one to cook said meal, but for Zelda's sake, he'd indulge her the chance to prove it.
So he heaved another one of those sighs. "Playing beautician for you definitely wasn't something I thought I'd ever do," he agreed. "You're on your own for lipstick. I didn't dare take off that veil to be demonstrated on."
He dug into the shopping bag, since he was on that subject, and pulled out the papers that the shopkeeper had written down all her notes on for him, glancing over them. "I'm not sure how much good I'll be for these two though," he said, skimming over the information. "There's apparently a science to undertones, and I'm not sure exactly how she could tell the difference between them just by questions." Skim skim skim. "She asked me about how you looked in white clothing, and then said something about how the gold from that outfit looked on me, and apparently that told her all she needed to know about what shades would look good."
He gave Zelda a dry look. "And yes, there is makeup in there for me. I tried to talk her out of it. She was not having any of it. You are not allowed to make that mandatory for fancy occasions, or I will have words for you."