Kseniya nodded as Carmen commented on the Prince's fashions at Court.
"As is her privilege," she said, "Though, no, I doubt I will go with anything overly... ostentatious until I understand how she operates. I aim to be seen, not made into a target."
There is a shrug as the conversation moves to vehicles. "It is efficient enough. I am pleased with it for now, though I will admit I miss having a driver... It made things so much simpler. Maybe I will get another, given time. Once my assets are fully re-establshed, of course."
THere is a glint of surprise on the Russian's features as Carmen relays her vehicle of choice.
"A minivan? I would have said you were more of a..." Kseniya begins, "Coupe kind of girl. Some fast and exciting. Likely in red."
If Kseniya took any offense to Verity using her first name, she did not show it. They were, after all, among the kine. Their usual decorum needed to take a back seat in order for them to blend in.
There was a softening in the Ventrue's expression as the conversation returns to alcohol.
"So many imbibe because it is what they have been taught to do," she mused, "Getting the help they might need would cost hundreds, if not thousands of dollars for many of them. A rack of beer is $30. What would you choose in their shoes?"
It was an important question and one of those moral conversations Kseniya felt compelled to discuss. The Russian Lady had seen the effects on the kine, rich and poor.
"Even among those who can afford the care, they are either unwilling or unable to achieve the vulnerability required," Kseniya continued, "Thus, restraint is lost and all that remains? Gluttony."
Kseniya let out a soft chuckle at Verity's knowing look. It seemed her wordplay had at least amused the Daeva. The Russian would count that as a small victory. To Verity's own selection. "Hmm, you prefer something light and refreshing then?" she asked, "Unless something calls you to be more adventurous... hence, the wine."
There was a slight smirk on the Ventrue's lips as Verity refuses to meet her gaze.
Such a cautious little mouse.
Nonetheless, while she's tempted to keep her gaze affixed, Kseniya averts it back to the glass for Carmen's comfort. Bringing the glass back for a sip, Kseniya would scoot a bit back to her former position, affording the Daeva the space to breathe.
"Mhmm," the Russian offers through a closed mouth before spitting in the bowl, "Hence, you likely find the Pinot Noir more sour than the Malbec. That said, there are many things that can make it taste... off. Badly made batches rarely make it to market, but wine that has been poorly stored or poorly sealed can certainly taste off. That and many reds taste best aerated and just slightly below room temperature. So if the serving is wrong in and of itself? The wine will not taste as it should."