Adrasteia stabs at her food. "She said it as if that's what she preferred, and she spoke of loving her husband for allowing her to live her life, amongst other things, so I don't think there's... trouble, between them?" She's not sure how else to explain that feeling, but there it is.

"I have no idea what else to get her. I'll bring flowers to the picnic but..." Help a girl out, Asterion. "But I did include some hair sticks with the handkerchief, I just remembered. Glass, sea glass actually, and very pretty."