The world where Bastien spins around to let the air out of Madame Beaudraste with mathematics—a hundred hours, sure, embroidery takes time and focus and careful fingers, but what Ness is offering wouldn't be paltry if they got their fair share of it passed on to them instead of a small fraction of it—is also a world where they're likely told to leave and Ness doesn't get the cushions.

So he does twist around to survey the situation, but having done so, he pinches out his cigarette and walks over at a leisurely pace. Interested, not alarmed, and it's Ness he speaks to rather than the proprietor.

"Hein. They do not look as complex as the ones Lady Adeliz has to me. Beautiful, but..."

Less detailed. This is true. There is a Lady Adeliz in Val Royeaux, and she does have some of Beaudraste's cushions in her parlor. Unless Ness has had more adventures than he knows, she hasn't seen them herself, and Bastien never asked how much they cost—why would he have? But he's confident enough it was less.

"Maybe she did not buy them here after all. What do you think? We could try Monsieur Jacquard."