"Oh, it's of no issue," she said simply as she swept the dress beneath her and sat. "They certainly weren't something like Dior. Not what I can afford these days. Perhaps I should go back to the Louvre..."
She mused a moment, thinking how odd her mind would pick that word, of all things! "Artemis has fair hair, almond-shaped dark eyes like her aunt, and is of quite fair features. That is not to say she's not fearsome in her element," she leaned in to whisper. "For she certainly is." She leaned back again, flipping some hair over her shoulder. "I am so pleased to be out of Paris, you really may not understand, or you may."