[He gives her The Look. The look all GOOD costumers give darling friends and associates who think they can take their own measurements accurately and effectively. No-no-no, silly girl. He will take your measurements, thank you very much, and then you can watch him transform a dressmaker's dummy into your twin.]
Tsk. [Takes measurements and tucks them into pocket.] This I will do myself, love.
[He begins the dressmaker's samba, dancing around her, clucking softly, considering angles and lines and drape even as he gets her sizing. Now add in that he's a sparky madboy, and costumes in that mind-set...]
Hmmmm. I supposed someday I will be able to make you a true dress, liebchen. But I'll give you a fantastic little outfit even as it is.
I must admit, I don't entirely understand what this is about, though. All Hallow's, yes? Like All Saints? But the night before -- this we don't celebrate. Certainly not with all this costumes and children and not with scary stories...
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Tsk. [Takes measurements and tucks them into pocket.] This I will do myself, love.
[He begins the dressmaker's samba, dancing around her, clucking softly, considering angles and lines and drape even as he gets her sizing. Now add in that he's a sparky madboy, and costumes in that mind-set...]
Hmmmm. I supposed someday I will be able to make you a true dress, liebchen. But I'll give you a fantastic little outfit even as it is.
I must admit, I don't entirely understand what this is about, though. All Hallow's, yes? Like All Saints? But the night before -- this we don't celebrate. Certainly not with all this costumes and children and not with scary stories...