Zelda nodded, quietly listening. She couldn't deny that Link was a gifted storyteller, and every time he showed her a piece of that she found herself wrapped up in it, hungry to know more. She felt, perhaps, she could spend weeks curled up by a fire listening to Link tell his tales.
"I like you, so I judge her taste good."
...In her internal pondering of Link's storytelling, that slipped out before she had a chance to overthink it. Um.