[Oh. Absolutely not. Not on Rinoa's watch anyway!!! Those scarves are precious memories and she's not about to let someone take it just because! So what if it's a good deal? No. Some things in life are priceless.]

You've got a very good eye, but I just can't agree to that trade I'm afraid. [Butter couldn't melt in her mouth, her tone the consummate negotiator.] You see, it just wouldn't suit your coloring. But, would you know it? I have exactly the scarf for you. Give me just one moment.

[She turns to dig through a pack, shooting Marianne a friendly wink as she moves. It doesn't take her long to find what she's looking for. And it is, indeed a very fine scarf in a lovely swirl of red and orange. She'd packed this bag purposefully you see, when they'd been told a bit about their trading partners. Holding it up towards the Rumpiturian in question, she nods sagely. Yes, look at her she's very smart and knowledgeable.]

Yes, I think that's much better. Plus, just looking at this scarf makes me feel a little warmer, don't you?

[Because of course, being the fashion conscious girl that she is, Rinoa is well aware of color theory. Red means warm. So wouldn't someone from a more cold blooded species appreciate that? That's fivehead thinking there.]