[Taako hands the bottle back to Lucretia, freeing up his hands to open his closet and start rifling through it.]

I mean, what are we feeling? Rich widows who totally didn't murder our husbands? Vaguely condescending royalty from corrupt kingdoms? Heiresses with more money than sense who still let daddy help them pick outfits? I've got like... I've got a lot.

[Why are those the three categories]