[ her words elicit the lopsided crook of a grin. aventurine thinks of penacony, and the decor that simply comes to life in a dream and chases you down the side of a busy road simply because it can. there are worlds, and there are worlds - and then there is the unfettered fever dream of a world that aventurine is only convinced exists because it has an oddly logical and rigid structure for currency.

this young lady has adapted. she slips her hand into his. so aventurine takes navia's hand, and in a facsimile of polite society, lifts the back of it to his lips. warmth lingers along her knuckles, before he gives back her hand. ]

Isn't there a saying like so? When in Xianzhou, learn to bargain. When in Thalassa, learn to swim. The pleasure is mine, Miss Navia. Now we're properly acquainted. I don't know if this will make you any more comfortable, in truth, but I thought I would at least try.