June 25th was a moderately busy day at The Stitch. Crowds made of mostly women ambled about inside the store, shuffling between the main building and the extension dubbed 'The Old Flower Shop' to workers and regular customers alike. Though the crowd was made mostly of women, it was quite the assortment of ladies- humans, elves, and even some dwarves and gnomes, likely a fan of the vast assortment of sizes of clothing that pandered to all shapes and races. Two young dwarven teens were being particularly loud, each standing on step stools at the counter to better view the jewelry set inside the display case. They giggled, snorted, pointed and cooed while the woman behind the counter, one Rita Wright- part time employee of The Stitch, was more than happy to tend to them and their desires of trying on assorted things.

In the midst of it all, Lydia walked with Griffith towards one of the shelves set up on the eastern wall, carrying with her one of the store's few step stools that Glenn had crafted so long ago. There was a hint of agitation to her voice as she spoke aside to him. "There's a reason fabrics are kept in the basement. You may be able to reach these high shelves but do you think it's so easy for me or Erin or Carley?" The stool was set in front of the shelf, within it were assorted knitted items suitable for summer, like bikinis and sarongs. On it? The colorful fabrics she had spoken of. Stepping on the stool, Lydia stood precariously on tip toes as she reached up for the fabrics.

Looking quite annoyed himself, Griffith snorted and flipped his ponytail. "I didn't want to go down there with Carley. I've managed to avoid being locked in the closet for a while, I'd like to keep it that way?" Tilting his head, an amused look flickered in his hazel eyes. "It would have made more sense if you had let me climb up there to get that, boss."

Eva frowned as she maneuvered through the throng of women, perhaps easily lost among them due to her stature (or lack thereof). She looked highly out of place. Most ladies dressed up when they went out clothes shopping or what have you; the blue elf was clad in perpetually grease-stained neutrals that really looked like they belonged on a man. Many people shopped for fun. She was CLEARLY here out of necessity. Of course, the fact that she was also blue-skinned, had snow-white hair, and was noticeably pierced also caused her to stand out just a little. She bit her bottom lip as she stood cluelessly before a rack of clothes. She really had no idea what she was doing as she thumbed through the garments. Heck, she didn't even know what size she was. Randomly, she pulled out a hanger. The blouse was summery and lime green. Before checking anything else, she fumbled around for the price tag.

Lydia rolled her eyes a little at the nickname Griffith so affectionately dubbed her with from time to time. "I need you down there to catch this stuff and cart it back to the basement." He made a pouty face that no grown man should ever make, and glanced around the place as he waited for Lydia to pull some fabrics down. Though small, Eva still stood out to him on account of her rather unique skin. He mused over how fun it'd be to give a girl like that a makeover, as people with such unique qualities could be made to be striking. But.. certainly.. not.. with lime green??

"Oh, no.. no no no..." Mumbling to himself as he shook his head, Griffith started moving in Eva's direction with every intention to correct the error of her ways. Lydia, meanwhile, dumped a pile of fabric to the floor where Griffith once stood.

She was completely oblivious to Griffith's approach, and yet at the same time, her attention seemed absolutely... lost. There was just too much going on, too many choices, and they all assaulted her bright blue eyes (framed with snowy white to match her hair). Eva held the vivid green garment absently as she twist-turned around. The chaos and the choice was overwhelming. She didn't even remember what the price tag said. She uttered a small and somewhat defeated, "I have need of help..."

Pink? Pink?? Lydia shook her head. "No pink." In a less than fluid gesture, she dumped the fabric she had been carrying off on Griffith then took the sapphire blouse back to set back on the rack. "Fold those up and take them to the basement for me?" She turned, offering an apologetic smile to Eva, before turning to Griffith. "I'll help her out."

"I do not wear colors often," she admitted to Lydia as she tugged at the collar of her ecru, button-up, grease-splotched work shirt. Honestly, she wasn't going to be picky. She just needed something more than the clothes on her back. Eva canted her head to the side with pursed lips before shrugging. "I have certainty that anything will be... fine."

Griffith muttered and mumbled to himself and gave Eva one last glance before trudging off on his way, muttering some such about colors and cycles and such. Lydia ignored him, however, to address Eva again. "Colors can be tricky if you have a trait like blue skin- or green hair even. Things often clash..." Like light blue and pink. It worked on cotton candy. Not an elf. She reached over to pull another shirt from the rack, burgundy of course. It was a short sleeved button up, made of thin cotton. "I think this would look good on you- and it wouldn't be too hot to wear either." It was displayed to Eva as she awaited for approval or disapproval to follow.

She waved that last bit off with something of a dismissive gesture. "Clothes heavy do not bother me. Vraiment, I am actually looking for some clothes that people wear during the winter?" Eva eyed the blouse. She was willing to give anything a try that Lydia threw at her. Clueless people were quick to try new things. "But I will put it on, yes?"

She furrowed her brows, more in surprise than anything. "Oh, well, alright. We can do that too." Lydia nodded, then handed the shirt to Eva. "If you want to try that on you're more than welcome to, but I'll also help you find something for winter. Um.. as you can probably see, on the shelves-" She pointed towards the walls. "-we have a few scarves, caps, gloves- things like that. Not many, since most has been packed away, but if you want I can try to dig up something you'd like?" She also looked through the racks, walking down the length of one before turning to another. "Ah.. okay! Well you might also like this." She pulled out a black denim button up shirt, with silvery buttons and breast pockets. "It's good for layering in winter." Lydia lowered her voice then. "And it's black, so stains don't show up easily on it."

She grinned at that, looking down at herself. "Pour le moment, I do not have need of more work clothes. Mais oui, he seems... useful, yes?" Eva reached out to feel the material, rubbing it between her pale blue fingers. "Thick. He would withstand well." And it was... pretty, to boot. The blue elf smiled. "It, I like."

"That's good." Lydia nodded and smiled, handing that shirt off to Eva as well. "And it could be used for casual or work, really. And.. hm. You could get a shirt like that in a couple different colors, as well as some tank tops to go beneath it and do a bit of mixing and matching. That way you can have a few different looks but you don't have to buy quite so much?" Recalling that she had said she didn't have much in the way of coin.

"Maybe," she offered, holding up the shirt and giving it a closer inspection. "I have need of a coat," she told Lydia abruptly. "Dr?lement, I have need of a coat." Coats were expensive. That would set her back. Which meant she could only get a couple of things. "... And pants?" Eva frowned. Clothes were expensive.

"Mm, we have coats. The selection isn't too spectacular though, considering the season. I've mostly worked on making spring and summer clothing. But they're over in the old flower shop, as well as pants." She beckoned for Eva to follow, meandering her way through racks and patrons to the large opening in the wall that lead to the western side of the store. Approaching a lone rack, she started going through the coats that hung upon it. "I'm sorry for the limited selection - was there something specific you wanted in a coat? Most of these are pretty plain." Blacks, whites, and otherwise rather neutral colors, to be exact. Lydia would have offered to do a commissioned piece for her, but that was a little pricier and likely something the woman wouldn't be up for.

Eva thumbed through the rack. She didn't really have an eye for fashion, but something struck her as off wearing the denim shirt with those pants. She was drawn to browns and beige, since those were colors she was familiar with. She eventually pulled out two things. One was a pair of simple gray pants, a charcoal tone in a rather smooth heather pattern. Of course, the garment had functional pockets and it remarkably seemed to go with the black jacket well enough. They were of a different enough hue that it wasn't like she was trying to put together a suit. The other pair of pants were sort of a dark olive, almost brown-toned color, and they were a bit more casual of cut and construction than the gray pair.

Working with blue skin was definitely tougher than working with green hair. Maybe she had been too hard on Locke when it came to the colors he seemed to favor. Lydia stepped back, letting Eva pick out whatever it was that she wanted rather than pester her about it. When it seemed she was done, she looked over the clothes Eva was now carrying around. "Did you want to get anything else or would you like to try everything on?" She gestured towards the stairs in the back. "If you wanna try everything on, the women's dressing room is the very first room to the left up there."

Well, the pants would suffice. She peered at her two shirts with a furrow of her brow. Eva fumbled through the price tags, doing a quick calculation in her head. She even counted things off on her fingers, lips moving as she figured a few things out. "Just a few more shirts, I think? I have need of more than two, yes?" She grinned over at Lydia. The woman's help was certainly appreciated.

She nodded to Eva, returning the grin with a smile before she started crossing back to the main building. "I imagine you don't want all button ups, right? We have all sorts of different styles. Did you want something.. different? Or all long sleeves?" If she was dressing like it was winter, long sleeves made sense. Not that it was winter...

Eva could only shrug. "What ever you think would look nice?" She was fairly flexible as far as that went. Naturally, if she needed to keep warm, she had a nice thick coat for that purpose.

"Quite a bit would, I think. Um... personally, I like tops like these." Lydia tugged at her own, a pale blue peasant blouse gathered around the waist with capped sleeves. She wasn't sure if it would work so well on someone lacking any sort of real curves though... but she couldn't say that. "I have some that are a little looser, that might suit you? They're good for everyday wear."

She glanced down at herself, not even bothering to mention that she wouldn't be able to fill something like that. They were both quite aware of that fact. That being said? Eva didn't seem to be a fan of loose, gauzy things. She held up the denim shirt, wondering, "Maybe something I could wear beneath this? Or a sweater?"

"Well..." Lydia trailed off, considering. "There's plenty you could wear under it, yeah. Like I said before, tank tops, t-shirts... Our sweater selection is sorta limited since it's summer right now. We have a few things out on the shelves, but not as much as we would in autumn or winter." She sighed, thinking to herself. She'd rather not bother Carley about digging things up out of storage, but if she had to... "We have more of a selection in the basement. If there's a certain color you like, I can dig up something, I'm sure."

She would have waved that suggestion off if she had a hand free, so instead Eva just shook her head. "Non non, that is not necessary. I have certainty that whatever you have up here is fine." The blue elf smiled, glancing down at her arms full of garments. Her brow quirked as she glanced up at Lydia again, bright sapphire eyes lit up with an idea. "Do you have purple?" Back in Nievre, she wasn't really permitted to wear that color, not that she ever wore anything but neutrals anyway. Purple was the color of the nouveau royalty...

"Yeah, purple I think we can manage." She smiled then turned to meander off to one of the shelves on the wall. Pulling out footstool, she stepped up and stretched, on tippy toes and all, to sort through various stacks of sweaters that were, naturally, on the highest part of the shelf. "Were you more interested in a lilac or a plum purple?" Teetering slightly as she glanced back over a shoulder to Eva.

The blue elf frowned. What did a lilac look like again? Colors really weren't her thing. It was amazing she was as opinionated as she was thusfar. After a moment, Eva gave a helpless little shrug. "Something darker, s'il vous pla?t." Pale purple would be similar enough to pink and create that cotton candy effect they both were so steadfastly trying to avoid.

By the look on Lydia's face, she agreed very much with Eva's decision. "Plum it is." She turned to sift through sweaters again. "Hm.. I suppose you could have also gone with eggplant. I know another.. ah.." She trailed off briefly, trying to recall some sort of technical term but none came to her. So she just went with what made sense to her. "..ice elf that likes to wear it." Finally locating a sweater that seemed to fit, she turned to display it to Eva- a knitted dark plum sweater, made thick to keep out the winter chill. "Turtleneck okay?"