This is the time that Alexandrie usually spends painting, but today she is in the sort of ebullient mood that really requires more generalized hubbub than quiet contemplation, and thus it is souvenir shopping day in the city's open marketplace. She has found something for near everyone, and is contemplating a truly lovely jewelry box for Gwenaëlle that rotates through three chiming tunes of three amusingly disparate moods when opened when she catches a pair of familiar timbres in conversation behind her. She hands the box to Emile with a nod to finish the purchase, and turns with a radiant smile to sink into the appropriate deference due the heir of a House.

"A pleasant surprise, my lords—" she hails brightly, before suddenly registering the presence of the woman walking between them and the very different quality of relaxed familiarity that colors the body language of all three. Unbidden memory: "My mother is rarely in Minrathous, but I do not know. She may be traveling. I shall... inquire."

The dip of her reverence is recalculated immediately downwards by a full inch, her surprise rendering the movement far less smooth than she would have liked.

"—and Lady of House Asgard," Alexandrie finishes a bit tardily, a slightly questioning lift at the end.

Oh dear.