The elven tailor stopped dead at Lauriel's words. "Wait, are you not really a princess?"<br/><br/>The half-elf's eyes narrowed at Lauriel. There was a private little nod to herself before made an overdramatic sigh, "ugh, mom, it's figurative. You know, like every girl wants to feel like a princess on her wedding day? Sappy shit like that?"<br/><br/>"Don't swear, young lady. Especially not in front of customers," the tailor said, but this seemed to placate (or at least distract) her.<br/><br/>When the elven tailor's back was turned, the half-elf mouthed the words to Evan and Lauriel, 'you owe me,' pointing for emphasis.<br/><br/>She made a sour face at Evan's request. "Sorry. Need to come fast with twins," she said in fairly bad Elven. Ah. Less what he was asking, more how he was asking it. "They're probably already stripped and I need to help with that." She started to stack up clothes in her arms, blue and red (and skimpy red at that). "Mother will get you off whatever you need."<br/><br/>"Oh yes," the elf said with practiced ease, although she sneaked a glance at the front door, "in the building behind us there's a troupe of singers. Aren't they lovely?"<br/><br/>Now Evan heard the song too. Was it starting to get louder?<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Evan and Lauriel</div><div class="spoiler_body">"No sound at all! We never speak a word! A fly's foot-fall Would be distinctly heard!"</div></div><br/><br/>Leaving the elven couple in the hands of her mother (who rather pushily started taking Evan's measurements too), the half-elf showed up in the back rooms with an assortment of clothes. A long and slinky red dress slitted down the side and with generous cleavage (but actually more modest than what Sophia was wearing) was at the top of the stack, but barging in she got an eyeful of Maria. She blushed, "hi. Wow. She's, um, well. So, here are your things."