"I do, I think. Much more than I did, and it does make things here a little clearer. Although-" He lifts an arm, looks pointedly at the long fringe hanging from it. "-I still don't understand the vehicle by which it's done. I'm afraid fashions in my home were a little different."

And also mostly reserved for the idle rich and all who modeled themselves after them, those self-important members of Gilead's highborn society who had no more important business to tend to than gossiping over frippery. Most of what Roland has seen in Panem so far has done nothing to disabuse him of this notion, and he suspects not everyone sees things as the Initiate's Capitolite-twinner does. Roland decides to keep this thought to himself.