Seeing the little tactician in front of her always made Cordelia chuckle. “Like mother, like son.” In a way, it was adorable how the he followed her mother all around and listened to her every command. Perhaps in a way, Cordelia wanted a son like that. Returning back...
"Ah, I see. You certainly have your mother's curiosity and love for books." She chuckled lightly, placing he Silver Lance down to the floor, and headed more closer to the young tactician. She was rather curious on what he was reading, but Cordelia knew better than to pry around people's personal things. Or perhaps not.
Careful in picking up a random conversation, she noticed how Morgan was rather fond of Severa, perhaps that was the way to go. She grinned, as Cordelia picked up a nearby wooden chair and pulled across from Morgan. Clearing her throat, she happily asked her question. "What do you think of Severa, my daughter?"
