"Hm." She considers this as she chews her food, taking a moment to appreciate the goodness of the runny egg yolks and sauce on her plate. It buys her a moment to consider what sort of scent she might choose for Sidony, and how long it may take to find something suitable. "I'll probably have to go to Orlais proper for that."

Not that she's complaining, but she'd hate to find a scent for Sidony only to be thwarted by it being local enough for the woman to have bought it for herself already.

"Thank you, really, Asterion. I'm not sure I wouldn't have bungled this if not for you." She'd told Sidony that taking the next step was always difficult for her, and that hasn't stopped being true. "Do you have a favorite? Courtship, not scent," she teases, "I can recognize lilacs well enough."