[Always count on Flora to set aside all ills just to preen. Lucinda smiles at Weir and shrugs.]
I'm modeling for them. A walking advertisement to get others interested in their work.
[The seamstress, shakes her head in amusement as Weir denies her the chance to try and convince him to wear a new outfit. She ties off the thread and snips it off with her scissors before stepping back, nodding proudly.]
"It's one thing to let this hang on a mannequin, it's another to let the work live and breathe as intended. Now Weir, were you planning to escort her around?"
[Lucy's pursing her lips trying to hold back a laugh. These villagers, man.]
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[Always count on Flora to set aside all ills just to preen. Lucinda smiles at Weir and shrugs.]
I'm modeling for them. A walking advertisement to get others interested in their work.
[The seamstress, shakes her head in amusement as Weir denies her the chance to try and convince him to wear a new outfit. She ties off the thread and snips it off with her scissors before stepping back, nodding proudly.]
"It's one thing to let this hang on a mannequin, it's another to let the work live and breathe as intended. Now Weir, were you planning to escort her around?"
[Lucy's pursing her lips trying to hold back a laugh. These villagers, man.]