She was shrewd, but perhaps a touch too openly so. There was nothing wrong with her response, but it seemed to Ophelia that talk of what might be 'accomplished' at a social function was slightly mercenary. Not that her assessment was at all inaccurate; it just wasn't the sort of thing one was supposed to talk about. Particularly not as a blushing and demure debutante.

"What did your finishing consist of?" Ophelia asked in an offhand tone as she turned the garment she was working on over in her hands and pretended to inspect the collar. "Are you skilled in all the latest dances?"