[It would have been a silly thing, yes—mostly because Olivine hadn't been diminishing that, but simply bringing up the fact that his friends literally couldn't just force his body to apply the principles as needed... well, in any case, there really is just... so much to focus on.

He does glance at Sylvain when he chuckles, wondering what was funny about what he'd said, but he doesn't ask.]

It doesn't have to be, either. That's just what gems I usually gravitated to when I wanted to make something for myself.

[He's not protesting at all, just giving a caveat for the... probably unlikely chance that they'll find nothing at all.

Very unlikely, it turns out, though they have to go through a truly dizzying array of pieces in all sorts of shapes and sizes to find them. Olivine is, as usual, not hard to read—even if these aren't perfect, the utter curiosity and fascination on his face is plain. And then Sylvain taps the glass and draws his attention over, gaze falling on the soft teal in its cute little stud.]

... you have a good eye for this.

[Olivine almost laughs—of course he may have just caught to the first hint of blue, but even so, it's a pretty exquisite choice. (Can they afford it?? Well... probably, at the very least between them.) Little ridges are only just visible around the edges, and he has to wonder if Sylvain even noticed them before. Not unlikely, he decides, given his earlier comment about it being a little extra fun in some situations.]

I like it. I think I can afford it, too...

[He really doesn't intend to have Sylvain pay for this, of all things.]