Zelda beamed. "I'm very much looking forward to seeing everyone's handiwork. I would not turn down a trunk with the royal crest on the lid. That can hold my important, official gowns and jewelry. The others can hold my everyday wear. I'd like to hear what else you have in mind, in a moment."
She eyed Bolson; he'd been quite put out when he realized his sign out ront had been taken down, and now they were taking down the weapon mounts. She decided to compromise and give him something that would make him happy, hopefully.
"Bolson, speaking of the royal crest, the sign out front would be something of a hazard, if a Yiga came through looking for me to assassinate. And I have grander plans for the mounts. But would you consider engraving and possibly painting the royal crest on my bedroom door upstairs once it's installed?" She gave him a sweet smile.