They are literally the most painful things I've ever put on my feet.

[ Fashion is weird. She'd found it novel to the point of being charming at first, but an hour in these things and she's ready to stab someone with one of her heels. She's entirely too cognizant of the fact that, should she need to run or even walk a reasonable distance, she's screwed. ]

We didn't have many excuses for fancy parties where I came from. How about you?

[ It's not really trading secrets, but maybe they could work up to it casually. ]