[ The pout she gives him is so potent that it feels very much like she's never pouted this strongly in her life. People could wear whatever they wanted and she knew that. Not everything had to be made by her nor did she have a monopoly on what Sylvain did but her muddled drunk logic can't help but feel so deeply that this is somehow an affront.

She's already crossing her arms, a whine edging into her voice. Surprisingly her protest has less to do with the fact that she has a sneaking suspicion it has to do with Claude and far more to do with how she feels about Sylvain not asking her. ]

I know. But you could have asked me to make it for you. You didn't need to spend money on it! [ She goes quiet, eyes flitting from the earring to his face. ] Why green and gold?