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Dandy in a booth with a pen and paper. Thinking and occasionally writing.

He got all the creativity tonight.

"They go well together." And now the topic of writing has changed to details of dress design. "I will need to take measurements, to be sure we get this right."

"You're going to take my measurements?" Mara tilts her head. He doesn't seem the type to be taking measurements. But whatever. "Okay. Uh...when?"

He smirks. "Of course. I have many talents." But no, he does not sew himself, beyond simple patching. "I simply cannot take you back during the day to get it done by someone there. So I will take them here."

And he looks down at his notes and shakes his head. "Not tonight, I am preoccupied and would hate to write something down wrong. But I can get paper any time, so whenever is convenient for you."

Mara shrugs. "Just tell me when to be back and I'll be here."

"I'll let you know then, as soon as I have more of a concept of what we're looking for."

Mara nods. "Okay. Great." She nods. "Just let me know. I'll be back every day probably."

"Very good."

Then picking up the pen, he sighs. "You're welcome to stay if you like, but I ought to get a few more things written down, so that I might have time to see to that dress and tickets. I'm afraid I wont be the best company."

"No, I should go." She smiles again and stands. She dwindles for a moment before leaning over and kissing his cheek. "Thanks. I look forward to the opera."

"As do I." He replies, almost absently, already deep in thought again.

Mara just laughs and walks away. Silly boys.

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