She nodded slowly, brow furrowing as she attempted to really understand what the other woman was talking about. There were many things that she'd learned over the years, but science of any sort had always made little sense to her. she *knew* how things worked in the original form, and generally considered science to be a bizarrely unbelievable way of explaining things. She imagined a "fabric that wasn't fabric" made of unstable molecules, whatever they might be, to be something Hephaestus would come up with.
"You can never go wrong with classic, you know. It's that way for a reason. High quality classic looks last longer then the strange things that hit the runways each year. I'm sure you'll do fine. So tell me about this search for love..."