"It is not as if I am nobility. My family has money, yes, but that doesn't give me the right to act as if I am better than you. I'm not. I like you as you are, you talk to me like I am equal and I thank you for it even if it is confounding to you that I might not want to be more like my peers." She stooped down and picked up a rather lovely and twisted specimen of driftwood. "Might I ask what the driftwood is for?"