"I like you too," she replies with a giggle that crinkles her nose and the corners of her eyes, "in case you hadn't noticed." It's a splendid victory, to win the heart of a good man. Even a portion of it; it's enough to start. Goodness grows, they say, and love can be contagious.

The accumulated stuff is certainly glittering, and that has its charms, but Frea's not hugely impressed. It's all gilding the lily, in her opinion. (Not that she'll say that out loud; Schön's been forgiving of her mischief, and his kind can be... difficult, even for her. Besides, it'd be rude to insult her host.) They're well-matched in neither of them wanting to collect things.

"Mm, it's nice to have everyone here. Brienne's coming," she confirms lightly. "She promised. I'll make the rounds before the party ends. But sometimes... it might be easier to not tell the professional problem-fixers what's going to happen?"

Clint does not have an arrow for this.