Janice
Maybe Io was talking about themself too much. Yeah, they really had to learn to ramble less one of these days. And just dumping all of one's baggage on a random stranger was, well... Not ideal, to say the least.

"Hey, you're almost done with that," Io commented, pointing at the cloak. Maybe it was best to try and change the topic in a more comfortable direction. "Looks like I'm not gonna be able to see it was even broken in the first place. And you're so fast too." There was an amazed tone to their voice, and their antennae were curving forward slightly, showing off their interest.

"I'm curious," They started, eyes remaining focused on Vhun's work, "What made you wanna be a seamstress?" Hopefully that topic would be a bit more cheerful than what they discussed previously. "And how long have you been doing this?" Io was tempted to ask how old she was, but that was usually considered to be a fairly rude subject. If they'd spent more time around mothfolk, they might have had a better shot at guessing.

For a minute or so, Io was quiet at that answer, thinking it over carefully. They were still watching her work, though they didn't really focus on it, lost in thought. She did have an interesting point, actually.

"That makes sense," Io spoke up eventually, humming softly. "I'll... Have to think about that some more, later. Oh, and, uh, thanks for the honesty. Means a lot. Don't worry, I'm not gonna be mad or anything - would be pretty stupid if I got mad at the answer to a question I asked, eh?" They chuckled, voice taking on a much more cheerful tone.
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"But yeah, thanks, for real." Another moment of silence before Io sat up suddenly, a thought popping into their mind. "Hey, if you got some time, wanna grab something to eat or drink in a bit? 'S cool if not, but I figure you might know some nice places around this town cause I ain't never been here before." Io felt they owed her that much after going into that whole rant previously. Yeah, they were a little embarrassed, it wasn't their proudest moment. "Oh yeah, I'll pay if you don't wanna, no problemo."
Dwight
The mothfolk slowly nodded. She was almost done, and she was happy that this had been noticed. More than that, she was happy that the awkward topic had been abandoned. Slowly, Vhun shifted the garment toward Io, allowing them to view the repair. She was still sewing as she did. The woman's back straightened as she did, wings giving another little pleased hum.

"I am almost done, and thank you. I try to be as quick as possible."

She did. It was something she was rather proud of, in all truth. It served her well to be quick, given that her time was her way of making money. Certainly some tasks required quite a lot of time, but for the ones that didn't, there was no point in wasting her own time. That being said, she had no intention of doing a bad job.

"Well, since I hit maturity I've been doing this for work. So... Three years. I spend a lot of time learning when I was young though. I've always just liked it. What of you? How long have you been doing your job?"

Vhun had quite the idea that Io was much older than she, but she didn't know just how old. It felt rude to ask.

"I'm happy the honesty was appreciated."

If Vhun had been capable of smiling, she would have. Instead, she allowing her antennae to flick and another hum to rumble in her throat.

"Of course. And... Yes, I would love to. I am more than happy to pay for myself though."

The invite was a little odd, but Vhun didn't object. She wanted to make a friend, and this individual seemed like a prime candidate.
Janice
"So impressive..." The moth mused softly, leaning in just a little closer to study the cloak. Sure, looking at it up close, they could see where the thing had been fixed, but from afar, they were sure they wouldn't be able to see it at all. "Yup, it's been decided. You're officially much better at this than anyone else I know."

With that, Io sat back once more, not wanting to be all up in Vhun's personal space. They tilted their head at her statement, trying and failing to do some quick mental math. Ever since reaching maturity... What age was that again? Io hadn't lived long enough in Kara-Tur to learn that.

"It sure looks like you've been doing it all your life, maybe even longer. I dunno how long your life is. Point is, a long time." Was it a way to indirectly ask for Vhun's age? Maybe.

"As for my job, er..." Io hesitated, counting the years on the fingers of their left hand. Ugh, maths. "I would say ten years...? Fifteen...? No, it's not that long... I think..." Their antennae drooped more and more as they spoke, with some amount of embarrassment, perhaps. "Somewhere between those two, I guess? I'm no good with numbers, ehehe..." They chuckled sheepishly, scratching the back of their head with a hand.

As Vhun accepted their invitation, Io cheered up quickly, antennae perking up once more. "Awesome! D'you know a place where you wanna go?" They looked around, trying to spot such a place, but there were too many people around for Io to get a good look at their surroundings - not like they would've been able to know if what they saw was good or not. "Unless you don't really have food around here often, which would be fair. In that case, wanna just pick a random place? I can talk to the staff at least, so you don't gotta do the whole writing thing. Unless you wanna, o'course, I don't mind."
Dwight
"Thank you."

There was distinct pride in her voice, Vhun rolling all four of her shoulders back. Her hands lightly moved to turn the garment over in her hands. She was tying off her thread now, head having once more bent down. She didn't want to screw up this part, given that she had a feeling this individual was potentially one who would accidentally tear out an ill-placed knot. She didn't want this repair to be for nothing.

"Thirteen years."

She had quite the feeling that Io was asking her age, and she saw no issue with giving it. It appeared that this individual was far far older than she, just as she'd expected. They'd been in their profession longer than Vhun herself had been alive. Perhaps, given that they didn't know exactly how long they'd been in their line of work, it was an exact equivalency.

"Wow. You must be incredibly skilled in your profession. I'm not good with them either, that's why I'm a seamstress."

Vhun gave a tittering laugh, her head bobbing once more as she did. Her eyes scanned over her work once more, confirming it was solid, then moved to hand it back over to Io.

"I'm not picky, and I can't say that I eat in any place often. It can be awkward when I can't speak. What sorts of things do you like to eat?"