[x] Put it back, loose and wild as if you care about your looks (but want to look like you don't).
[x] Run some smaller fine braids through your hair, as is traditional in your society.
[x] Run a little oil through your hair so it styles easier and smells nice.
-[x] The coconut oil seems to have a sweet, mild smell that's incredible likable.
[x] A white formal shirt and tight fitting silk breeches.
[x] (x0.9) Ask Sidonie, and keep your enemy closer.
You look between them and consider it a moment. While the other options sound nice, you're willing to surrender a little bit of a pleasure of your leisure time in order to put some distance between Mireia and Sidonie. And, though you hate to admit it, her taste in clothing is excellent, learning more about fashion in this new era should make up for however much her sharp wit makes you regret making this decision.
You tear into the last bit of bread on your plate and dab your mouth with a napkin, nodding with a little confidence. "I'll go with Sidonie."
She claps her hands, obviously pleased. "Hee. And you thought he'd say no, Mireia!"
"I thought. I'm allowed to be wrong now and then." Mireia smiles, seeming a little amused by the development. "I hope the two of you will get along better as well."
You look between them and smile thinly, feeling a even more nervous. While you're sure Mireia is accepting it all at face value, Sidonie is a shrewd enough intriguer to suspect ulterior motives. If you don't represent yourself well she'll expose you and your morals will become suspect. You clear your throat and lay your palms onto the table, smiling about as genuinely as you can manage. "As a member of your household I th-thought I might take up some responsibility for entertaining your guests." You stammer a little bit, struggling to keep your tone consistent.
Sidonie either hasn't noticed the break in your voice or happens to be humouring you, probably the latter to your worsening concern. "And I do have quite a bit of use for that sort of sentiment! I'll make you earn those new clothes I'm buying you."
"...that you'll buy him? You don't need to do any such thing, Sidonie." Mireia looks at her with a small frown. "He can take spending money from the estate coffers."
"Oh please. Consider it a present for your hospitality and for saving my life. I'll have you the most fashionable escudero this side of… hmm. Mine I suppose." Sidonie snaps her fingers and then grins at Mireia again. She's playing the game of an urban sophisticate… dangerous, but you suspect her game has blinded her to yours. Perhaps you have a chance. "But beyond them, this side of Gran Castille!"
"I won't say no. And this'll give you time to talk." Mireia smiles a little.
"Yes, exactly." Sidonie turns to you. "So, hmm. Shall we leave at once, after breakfast?"
"That's what I intended, yes." You clear your throat. While you've finished breakfast in short order, the delicate greens Sidonie had on her plate are not entirely finished.
You occupy yourself by looking around. Unsurprisingly, Mireia has already moved to her second plate, afflicted by that grandiose appetite of hers as she is.
"Good good. I'll call my staff and have a shuttle ready- as pleasant and scenic a car ride might be." Sidonie adds again, looking at you expectantly.
"Do you know the clothiers at all in this area?" You ask her.
"What? No! Not at all."
"...is it too late to reconsider."
"Absolutely. And besides, my elfin little ancestor… mm. I should think of a new pet name."
"Er. What?" You frown, confused and concerned all at once. Elfin? Are you really so thin and delicate as to deserve that from someone as slim and fine-boned as her.
Sidonie wags her hand. "Nothing. It's only early in the morning and my teasing pet names for you are a bit dull."
"...a-ahhh." She's admitting weakness. Maybe she's not the unbeatable opponent that has dominated your imagination these past few hours.
Or maybe that's a ploy all of its own. You need to be careful with such an obviously ruthless schemer.
She leans on the table, propping her chin up in her left palm and looks at you impassively, her eyes narrowing as she dissects you. Your gaze meets hers, and you instinctively avert your eyes as you remember that she is effectively the superior of your superior. "You know," she calls, drawing your attention back. "You're really quite pretty. The eyes are a bit round and that nose has an arch, but it doesn't really diminish your beauty."
Mireia looks at her silently and stifles a giggle, turning to watch your expression.
...well, how do you feel about that?
[ ] (x0.9) I only have room in my heart for one l-love!
-[ ] (x1.0) ...but the attention of another is not unwelcome to a young man.
[ ] That's really nice of her.
[ ] (x1.2) This is a trick!
[ ] (x0.7) Quick, quick! Think of something nice to say about her.
