Having traveled all over Thedas, Korrin has a fair idea of just how expensive safforn can be, especially in places where not readily accessible. She snorts in amusement, though a reprimanding tap from one of the tailors has her straightening again so that she doesn't ruin their work. "It's all ridiculous, isn't it? Maybe that's what happens when you become insanely wealthy. The more you have, the less likely you are to remain touch with reality, unless you're fortunate enough to have someone to ground you. And when you're surrounded by like minds, it just a never-ending competition to see who can alleviate boredom in the most bizarre way."

Maybe that assessment is inaccurate with some nobles, but Korrin's seen enough of Orlesian elite to be fairly confident in her assessment from the outside. "At least model ships would be easier on the nose, though I think your hair is gorgeous enough without adding any to it." That does put her in mind for a gift for Araceli later, though.