You pull yourself together and wrap some duct tape around it for good measure, albeit in a purely metaphorical sense because damn, potential way to make things totally more awkward there.

"Advertising for my etsy shop," you say. Arenea will totally back you up on this, you know it. "She's a fascinator." You totally need to make an etsy shop now, for real. You have the best ideas.

Kanaya is fucking elegant. She's amazing. She smells good, like clean everything and expensive soap and the first class section of an airplane. And she does a thing with her face, just a little twitchy thing, that suggests you've caused her a minute amount of physical pain.

"Oh..." she says, looking down. "I didn't know that fascinators were...still fashionable here."

>Vriska: Salve pride with bluster