Sonia giggles at the idea of being so demanding, a slightly un-princess-like snort escaping her, and she waves a hand. "Oh, no. According to Byerly, I'm too modest for that. But maybe I should be a more Vorish princess and order everyone around."

She wrinkles her nose at that and laughs, sipping heartily at the wine. There isn't actually that much left, but she's still enjoying every drop. "Alright, well, my first Imperial Order of the new age," Sonia says, affecting the most Vorishly snobby air she can, "is to teach me your favorite ones first."