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[dondarrion]

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[wont]

[ Alayne is fairly certain Jack could care less about what the dress looked like, but he asks because it's obviously important to her and it is the major thread to the day's weft. That was how loved work, wasn't it? You took the things that another person cared for and you made them your own. Just by virtue of the fact that they were considered noteworthy or worthwhile, they became a part of your life. Association by proxy.

Looking up at the ceiling to imagine the dress in her mind's eye, Alayne shrugs with both her shoulders and then sighs. ]

A purple as dark as winter grapes, dripping with beads from every inch and cut with daring throat. It was, I think, quite scandalous. [ Alayne looks at Jack and lifts her eyebrows. ] She was a very full woman. Were she to don it, no doubt she would pour from every seam. [ Now, now, Alayne. That's not nice. ]

[unkindly]

[He listens carefully to the description. She's right, he really doesn't care that much about the dress, but he does his best to imagine what it would look like anyway. The best he can do is imagine Alayne in some purple thing, and he knows it's probably not even close to what she's describing.

Jack sips his drink.]

Still, she bought it.

[wont]

[ In her most gossip-y tone of voice, leaning forward over the arm of her chair in his direction even though there's no one here to overhear them: ] Still, she bought it. Then another in bright green, but she didn't think it looked right with my hair so she had one of the other girls try it on. [ Alayne frowns at that, the commission not having gone to her. But one sale was better than none and it would mean a little pocket money to do something nice for Jack when her next allowance came. ]

[unkindly]

[The gossip is strange but he likes hearing Alayne talk about it, because it matters to her, and it gives them something to talk about. Not that the don't have things to talk about, but sharing things about their days is the kind of comfortable ritual that Jack never really thought he'd have again. He smiles at Alayne and shrugs.]

There'll be other dresses.