[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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[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?