"I can give you tips if you want."

Giggle. "If it wouldn't be a burden."

"Not at all. There's lots of time before dinner."

"Then I'd like tips."

"Then it's time for shopping!"

" - Shopping isn't usually my thing."

"It's fine, I'm buying. All you have to do is try stuff on."

She presses the button on her comm to page a handmaiden, non-urgent, and lets them know she needs transport.

"That's the part I'm bad at!"

"Good place to start with tips, then."

She makes a dubious face.

"Trust me! It'll be fun."

"...Okay."

Eeeee! Yay!

She grabs Leia's hand. "Come on, the speeder's already being warmed up."

She smiles despite herself. "Your staff are efficient."

"You either learn to be efficient quick or you don't last long in the Imperial household. Mom's a real stickler for that with the servants."

"Ah."

That seems... Like yet another unpleasant thing here.

"Come on, come on." She tugs Leia onward to the nearest bank of turbolifts.

"Hey, I can't move quickly in this dress - "

She lets herself be tugged, though. At an (all too slow) pace that won't interfere with the obnoxiousness that is this year's court fashion in the bloc including Alderaan.

...Maybe she can convince the Imperial Princess of the fashionable value of clothes you could, say, theoretically get into a fight or tumble around in without any clothing-related mishaps. Though aligning herself with the Imperial family's bloc's fashion would be the obnoxious sort of thing people think is a statement.

Maybe Papa will let her do it anyways. Just in the interest of Leia having more protective clothes, given her profile.

"Do you need me to carry you?" she asks while they wait for the lift.

"That'd be undignified," she says, primly.

"It'd be fun, though. No one else is gonna be at the landing pad..."

...Hm.

"Only if you promise our first stop is for clothes I can move in."

"Deal!"

"Alright then."

"Plan to just sweep me off my feet, then?"

"Got it in one."

And Dalia scoops her up just as the lift arrives.