Elara groaned softly. "Aurelia, do you ever not pick the fight first?"
"Of course," Aurelia replied breezily. "But only when it's the boring option." Then she inclined her head toward the two women who were still standing at the stall. Lady Olivia was running her hand along some kind of fabric at the stall, leaning in to say something to her grandmother as she took the older woman's arm.
