For a man who had grown up with two very feminine sisters, one would think that Chrom had a better understanding of how the female mind worked.

He did not.

Robin, in particular, was a mystery to him. He'd been listening out of curiosity to see what this second point entailed, already tickled at her vigorous objection to not wearing a beard. Then she started blushing. What for? Something had definitely changed her mood, and he wasn't sure if that was good, or bad. Maybe it was both.

"Aunt Clause?" Was there one of those? At least he had enough common sense not to say that she could probably get away with looking older because of her white hair.

"Whatever you think is best, of course, but..." But what was going on in her head? No matter how well they could read one another on the battlefield, he was clueless the moment they put down their arms.