Yvonne hadn't actually measured herself for many years now. She'll trust Mario's skill for now. The man managed to land a job at the Rosenving estate back then, so he should at least have the skill to back it up... bah, Rosenving estate. The mere mention of the name brought a sour note to her mood, though she never really expected to get away from the name. Not here, where traces of their influence remained no matter how badly it withered.

[b][color=#a4161a]"Doc Sol! My, you get the nice design. If we're of similar build I would've be tempted to steal yours."[/color][/b] Another cackle from the mercenary, even as she walked aside to let Solomon and Mario chat better. Even if the latter seems to have done most of everything already and only have to reiterate the choices to the wearer. [b][color=#a4161a]"So, we've got the clothes. You two going anywhere after this?"[/color][/b] While the tailor was occupied with the doctor, Yvonne not-so-subtly nudged at Sparky and Cedar. Still midmorning, still some time before they need to start preparing for the party.