She said it terrible loudly, didn't she? The Tailor resisted all urges to sink in their seat, glancing around the room. "That, er, as I said, the credit should really..." Awkwardly, they reached out and accepted the box, with the hope that doing so would speed along the interaction, or hide the evidence maybe.

But when it was in their hands, the dark and lovely fabric felt so correct there that they found their fingers relaxing. Quietly, they beheld it, and then without further fuss put it into their bag on the chair. "Thank you," they finally said quietly without fuss.