[She has a habit of doing that in most areas, he's noted over time. He smiles fondly as she compares her hair against the fabric, his gaze skimming over the rack before them before he takes a few steps to their left and pulls a dress from where it had been hung alongside several others just like it, all in different shades.]
You would look stunning in this, I'd wager.
[Perhaps he's biased, but he's not about to apologize for that.]
Of course, you needn't limit yourself to just one, either. We can get whatever you like!
I'd like to think I've improved a little. I can choose my day-to-day wardrobe without too much hassle nowadays.
[She has to dress properly as a teacher (Berna might say it looked drab, but a humble occupation like that couldn't compare to the Crystalline Witch's usual tastes).
Amelia glances at the dress Gale is showing her and she smiles. She can already tell that it would suit her and that she feels drawn to it even if he hadn't pointed it out first.]
We'll take that one then. I trust your taste on this.
[And then one more dress, sensible trousers, and some tunics, and she'll feel covered for the duration of her stay.]
But you know Gale... [She straightens up and crosses her arms at him with a bemused expression on her face.]
I feel like I could wear linen rags and you'd still heap praise on me.
[His smile pulls wide, one hand coming to rest against his hip as he knowingly cants his head to one side, meeting her gaze with nothing but fondness.]
You've finally caught on, have you? Guilty as charged, I suppose.
[He'll gladly own up to that one.]
I'm of the opinion that you quite improve anything you choose to wear, as a matter of fact. Figaro will surely count himself lucky to have you as a customer— I can hardly think of better advertising.
[He's certain plenty of eyes will be upon her, and not only because she seems to be a fish out of water.]
You'll have to allow me some leeway; I've had months to store up compliments.
[Ugh, that last part... She can't imagine what he would have in store if it had taken her another month to find the door to Faerun. Amelia feigns examining a sleeve of the dress, but it's just hiding her face that has reddened.]
You've become a formidable opponent while we were separated. Don't use it all up in one go, Gale.
[He laughs warmly, averting his gaze and busying himself with examining another item on the rack if only to spare her for a few moments.]
I'll take great care to pace myself. Do you still consider me an opponent?
[He cannot help but tease her in return, though he remembers one particular skirmish that, despite how it had ended, has become a rather fond memory over time.]
Your heart was hard-won. I have to ensure I'm able to hold onto it— complacency is not an option.
[He echoes her, biting back the urge to laugh again; of the two of them, he hardly thinks of himself as someone formidable enough to need standing up to, but he knows what she means, of course— he's gotten quite good at getting her to soften and make exceptions for him, to accept his offerings of affection and let herself take hold of them.]
Well, for your sake, we can make an effort to keep much of it between us. No one else needs to know what lies beneath the Emerald Witch's austere nature. I shall take those secrets to my grave.
[She's embarrassing herself in front of the shopkeeper, have a heart Gale. Her face is sufficiently reddened by his charming words that she hadn't heard in months.]
[Fortunately for her, the woman at the front counter doesn't seem be paying them much mind, and the Facemaker himself has yet to appear, though the low murmur of warm conversation beyond closed doors can be heard nearby. Still, Gale relents, offering her an indulgent smile before gesturing towards the nearby curtain leading to the changing area.]
If I were to hold you hostage, it certainly wouldn't be here.
[Now he'll relent.]
If you'd like to change, I can take the rest from you and settle up with the shop. It sounds like Figaro may be busy with his client for awhile yet, but perhaps it's for the best— once the Facemaker clapped eyes on you, we'd be here for hours.
[She huffs, rolling her eyes and looking to the side at his hostage remark. The nerve of this wizard.]
I'll have to ask about that name later when there's less to impede us. That's much too ominous.
Though not as much as you.
[She'll take one set of clothes to change into and the rest to Gale, going to the back to change. It's straightforward and she only makes one or two magical adjustments for a better fit around the elbows and her armpits. As for her old clothes, well... She tentatively casts some magic on the folded pile and it disappears, hopefully returning to her house.
By the time she's done, there's a few other customers who are perusing the shop. Let's just say some heads are turned when she exits the changing room, running a hand through her hair as she approaches Gale.]
This should do, right? I feel comfortable which is more important, but...
[Aside from the glasses, which aren't too out of place even for Baldur's Gate, it looks like she'll have no problem fitting in.]
[Settling the bill is a simple matter; Gale has a pleasant discussion with the dwarven woman at the front counter as he neatly takes care of things, but his attention is abruptly pulled away when Amelia reappears and approaches him, looking as though she had always been here in Faerun.
For a moment, he only stares; the woman behind the counter turns to take care of another customer, and Gale's mouth pulls into a broad smile.]
The picture of loveliness, as always. Comfort, of course, is paramount. You'll fit in perfectly, though I certainly imagine you'll still draw your share of attention.
[His smile gentles as he steps closer to her and takes her hand in his, the rest of their purchases having been tucked away in his bag— bigger on the inside, of course.]
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[She has a habit of doing that in most areas, he's noted over time. He smiles fondly as she compares her hair against the fabric, his gaze skimming over the rack before them before he takes a few steps to their left and pulls a dress from where it had been hung alongside several others just like it, all in different shades.]
You would look stunning in this, I'd wager.
[Perhaps he's biased, but he's not about to apologize for that.]
Of course, you needn't limit yourself to just one, either. We can get whatever you like!
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[She has to dress properly as a teacher (Berna might say it looked drab, but a humble occupation like that couldn't compare to the Crystalline Witch's usual tastes).
Amelia glances at the dress Gale is showing her and she smiles. She can already tell that it would suit her and that she feels drawn to it even if he hadn't pointed it out first.]
We'll take that one then. I trust your taste on this.
[And then one more dress, sensible trousers, and some tunics, and she'll feel covered for the duration of her stay.]
But you know Gale... [She straightens up and crosses her arms at him with a bemused expression on her face.]
I feel like I could wear linen rags and you'd still heap praise on me.
[She finally gets it after all this time.]
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You've finally caught on, have you? Guilty as charged, I suppose.
[He'll gladly own up to that one.]
I'm of the opinion that you quite improve anything you choose to wear, as a matter of fact. Figaro will surely count himself lucky to have you as a customer— I can hardly think of better advertising.
[He's certain plenty of eyes will be upon her, and not only because she seems to be a fish out of water.]
You'll have to allow me some leeway; I've had months to store up compliments.
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You've become a formidable opponent while we were separated. Don't use it all up in one go, Gale.
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I'll take great care to pace myself. Do you still consider me an opponent?
[He cannot help but tease her in return, though he remembers one particular skirmish that, despite how it had ended, has become a rather fond memory over time.]
Your heart was hard-won. I have to ensure I'm able to hold onto it— complacency is not an option.
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You're not an opponent. Just... Someone I ought to stand up to more.
[cause he keeps bullying her with affection that's why!]
If I let you get away with everything, how will anyone believe my mettle?
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[He echoes her, biting back the urge to laugh again; of the two of them, he hardly thinks of himself as someone formidable enough to need standing up to, but he knows what she means, of course— he's gotten quite good at getting her to soften and make exceptions for him, to accept his offerings of affection and let herself take hold of them.]
Well, for your sake, we can make an effort to keep much of it between us. No one else needs to know what lies beneath the Emerald Witch's austere nature. I shall take those secrets to my grave.
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[She's embarrassing herself in front of the shopkeeper, have a heart Gale. Her face is sufficiently reddened by his charming words that she hadn't heard in months.]
Or are you holding me hostage?
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If I were to hold you hostage, it certainly wouldn't be here.
[Now he'll relent.]
If you'd like to change, I can take the rest from you and settle up with the shop. It sounds like Figaro may be busy with his client for awhile yet, but perhaps it's for the best— once the Facemaker clapped eyes on you, we'd be here for hours.
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I'll have to ask about that name later when there's less to impede us. That's much too ominous.
Though not as much as you.
[She'll take one set of clothes to change into and the rest to Gale, going to the back to change. It's straightforward and she only makes one or two magical adjustments for a better fit around the elbows and her armpits. As for her old clothes, well... She tentatively casts some magic on the folded pile and it disappears, hopefully returning to her house.
By the time she's done, there's a few other customers who are perusing the shop. Let's just say some heads are turned when she exits the changing room, running a hand through her hair as she approaches Gale.]
This should do, right? I feel comfortable which is more important, but...
[Aside from the glasses, which aren't too out of place even for Baldur's Gate, it looks like she'll have no problem fitting in.]
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For a moment, he only stares; the woman behind the counter turns to take care of another customer, and Gale's mouth pulls into a broad smile.]
The picture of loveliness, as always. Comfort, of course, is paramount. You'll fit in perfectly, though I certainly imagine you'll still draw your share of attention.
[His smile gentles as he steps closer to her and takes her hand in his, the rest of their purchases having been tucked away in his bag— bigger on the inside, of course.]
Now, how about something to eat?