[open] not a swatch, not a skein had gone to waste

[doneisdone]

WHO: Teren von Skraedder and cheapskates
WHAT: Outfit consultations/fittings/alterations for the ball. From this post.
WHEN: From early Drakonis to the night of the event
WHERE: The Herald's Rest, second floor; personal rooms
NOTES: She can do anything an Orlesian tailor can, and without a stupid mask.

Teren can be found at a large corner table in the Herald's Rest, where she has set up an impromptu workshop for those who can't afford or would prefer not to use the Orlesian tailors.

She is also making house calls for those who request them. (Just put it in your starter!)

Comments

[wontforgetyou]

That hint of mocking gets him pulling a bit of a face in return, but so long as she isn't having him strip, he's can deal with it - and when she directs him to putting his arms out into that T-shape he does so without commenting. She's very efficient, though, and things get finished fast enough that any hint of grumpiness has long since vanished by the time she's done. And when she takes a seat, he gives her a small, but genuine smile.

"Only if you'd not want me thanking you for being willing to have a go at this. I'd thought for sure I'd have to try and explain this to those Orlesian tailors, and I daresay they'd not be half as willing to try this as you are."

[doneisdone]

"No need to thank me," Teren gruffly assures him, pulling back her measuring tape and beginning to jot down Jamie's proportions. "Any business I can take from an Orlesian is indeed pleasure." Not that she... seemed to be that pleased, but perhaps this was just how she was.
"Your name?"

[wontforgetyou]

While it's true that she doesn't seem to be the most cheerful sort, Jamie isn't particularly bothered by that. There's been plenty of times where he's been grumpy or cranky, and he's not about to get offended by running into someone who's more on the taciturn side. If she's willing to do his commission, he's happy enough, and when she asks for his name he's quick enough to pipe up with it.

"Jamie McCrimmon. Ah, let me know if you need me to spell that or anything. Oh, and how you'd like to handle the payment."

[doneisdone]

"McCrimmon," Teren sounds out, and ultimately spells it like 'Mac Crimmun' on her notes, but as long as she remembers it's him, it'll be fine.

"You can pay me on your first fitting," she replies, a bit absently, already beginning to go over the things she's written.

[wontforgetyou]

He's not the greatest speller himself, and tends to go with what works. As long as she knows who he is, however she wants to put his name down on her notes is fine by him - as is paying during his first fitting.

"Alright, then. I'll have the money. Do you want to set that up now, or would you prefer to let me know by that crystal thing so I can let you get back to work?"

[doneisdone]

"I'll let you know by crystal," Teren decides, "thanks for your business."

[wontforgetyou]

"Fair enough."

Work it was, it seems, and that's fine with him. He nods briefly and turns to go - but just a moment, before he winds up leaving, he turns back and gives her a brief smile.

"Thank you for doing this, though. Talk with you later."

And with that he heads off, letting her get back to what she needs to do.