[...Oh, honey. Edelgard doesn't let it show on her face, but she has a feeling that she may have caught him off guard; it's honestly kind of cute that he's so easy to read.

Not that she intends to let that much show. Not when he's going to this much trouble for her--trouble that's making her heart beat just that slightest bit louder as she takes the seat offered to her and watches. He's certainly being rather discerning--one might even call it picky, really, but even if he seems wound he doesn't seem agitated or nervous. He seems proud of all of this, really.

It's...cute, it's really cute, that word is seeing a lot of use in her head and it's a little concerning? Maybe? Honestly she's having a brief thought of how cute of a househusband he'd be and she really needs to shelve those thoughts, ehem--]

Would you be willing to tell me about all of these? [Edelgard gestures to...everything, really; the sweets, the tea set, the kettle, the tablecloth.] I don't believe I've seen any of these around the monastery, and I am curious about them. Have they been passed through your family?

[Edelgard is curious, but there is little denying that she wants to help him ease a little bit, too.

(That, and maybe she is curious about him in general, and...maybe she wants to hear him talk don't judge.)]