[Zelda was all prepared to go into her usual spiel - we do sell masks, they're five pieces of silver, extra if you want embroidery - but Lena's flirty remark has her gaping a little in surprise. She remembers to close her mouth after a couple of seconds, recovering, though not without slightly flushed cheeks.]

I-- well. I wouldn't really know which masks would qualify for that, but-- [She gets up from her stool, and beckons for Lena to come look in a nearby box.] Our current supply is in here. Were you looking for a particular colour?