[Zam smiles at Bel’s interest behind her own veil. And their hesitance. The second part’s a little more difficult to parse, but it is endearing nonetheless.] Come on, it’s not going to bite. [She picks up the veil Bel was examining and holds it up to their friend’s face, not quite touching them, but close enough that she can see how it looks set against their features.]
It’s gemweb. Classy stuff. [She tilts her head, admiring its iridescence under the light.] How do you like it? [Zam certainly likes it fine -- it adds some sparkle to Bel’s face without obstructing the view -- but she’ll reserve judgment until Bel voices their own opinion.]
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It’s gemweb. Classy stuff. [She tilts her head, admiring its iridescence under the light.] How do you like it? [Zam certainly likes it fine -- it adds some sparkle to Bel’s face without obstructing the view -- but she’ll reserve judgment until Bel voices their own opinion.]