No one was making use of edible undergarments in Rinde. [ In fact, if memory serves, there were little to no pairs of underwear still present on the day in question, since most of the people in attendance had parted ways with those layers long before. His direct gesturing to the exposure of chest created by the cut of his shirt does succeed in briefly drawing her attention to said area, though she quickly diverts her gaze outward in front of them, especially since she has the opportunity to turn her focus to alternate sights.

It's enough to lead her view away from him, although she hasn't abandoned the clutch of his arm, keeping them linked together under the guise of wanting to keep him from wandering off should he become too distracted — which, given her longtime knowledge of Jaskier, isn't out of the realm of possibility.

Of course, her eyes snap back to his profile as soon as he makes mention of having procured other items from clothing, squinting at him until the implication of what he's getting at dawns over her. ]

It's a wholly different sphere, of course they'd be changed from — [ When he stops in front of the display of garments in the window, she lingers at his side, eyes perusing over it as he continues. ] Sometimes the two often go hand-in-hand, what people pursue when they're given the utmost freedom to do so.