[Val, rubbing his arm where Wysteria's elbow has struck him (quite sharply! Quelle douleur!) gives yet another look around where they are standing. This look manages to encompass the outdoors that surround them as well. It is a look entirely lacking in judgement, and thick with surprise and amusement.]

I think I prefer your little mansion.

[--In case she was wondering. This is a restrained remark. So much else might be said but is not--yet--said.]

Have you ever had the occasion to visit, Monsieur Bastien? It is preferably in nearly every way. Why would we not simply purchase new dresses?