Lichen let her eyes squeeze shut, feeling the press relieved some of the stress that was building at the forefront of her brain. "You're right." She said, because Aurelle was, as usual. Cursed, sensible, Aurelle. "It smelled good, doesn't that usually mean it tastes good?" She asks, more so in the way of light conversation, opposed to a real question; she'd sniffed and eaten enough foods herself to know the answer to that was, it depends.
Yet, her mind cast back to their den. It was fine for her, but Aurelle would no doubt appreciate something nice for it. She couldn't exactly wrap her head around what, maybe one of those sitting things from the tavern. The chairs? Would Aurelle like a chair? Lichen hadn't noticed Aurelle using one before. "Perhaps, I am just worrying too much, after what happened yesterday." Lichen reasoned, more so for herself than Aurelle. That, was a fair kinder worry than jealousy. "I just don't want us to get hurt for these coins, even if it was just a fluke."