Often times, Lydia and Griffith clashed on color. Today was hardly an exception.

"I'm telling you, she'll look much better in cranberry than burgundy." Griffith proudly displayed the red blouse he carried, and held it out towards the elf. "It'll make her look more vibrant and less... droll."

The blouse Lydia held was identical in design and style, but the shade was ever so slightly different than Griffith's. "It's too bright, I think. And with her skin tone you don't want that. Burgundy would work better on her, Griffith." She held her own blouse out towards him, insistently almost.

"That's why the brightness would be a good compliment - because of her skin tone." Sighing and rolling his eyes, he still wouldn't accept Lydia's offered blouse. "You don't always has to put dark and light together. Dark things can look good together. Light things can look good together."

"I know that, but..." Lydia had been ready to argue her point with Griffith even more, but the sight of a familiar friend at the racks caught her eye. She grinned rather brightly almost instantly, before pawning her burgundy colored blouse off on the tailor. "You know what, you do whatever you like. It's fine." Griffith looked rather confused at Lydia's words, and the way she departed so suddenly, but he wouldn't argue anymore if she was simply going to let him do as he wished.

Moving around the racks, Lydia tried to intercept Storm's path. "Storm, hey!" With a grin, she moved in to try to hug the woman, approaching more from the side on account of Storm's growing belly. "I'm glad you made it out here." And she was rather glad she was actually working that day, given how many days she had been out of work as of late.

Lydia turned to move right along with Storm, away from the racks. As they moved, Griffith tossed his ponytail over his shoulder and sent a friendly waggle of fingers to Storm, before he got back to work. He glanced to the two blouses he held, and eyed them both carefully. Maybe he forgot which was burgundy and which was cranberry...

Listening as Storm spoke, the elf grinned a little. "I don't think it'll be all that challenging, Storm." As they walked, she gestured over to the entrance of the other side of the store, 'the old flower shop', and tried to direct their walking that way - it's where maternity clothing was kept. "It's like.. art, I guess. And I have a very nice canvas to work with." Storm hadn't been nearly as emotional as some pregnant women she knew, but she figured it best to try to be more sensitive to her condition than she had been. At least a little bit.

"Autumn colors will look really nice on you, I think. Though.. I'd stay away from really.. bright colors. Bright oranges and yellows. You could probably pull off creamy colors though." Then she flashed her friend a knowing grin. "Red, I'm certain, you can pull off. If you're going to attend the ball, I'd suggest a red ensemble. The dress I'm working for to wear to the ball is red too. It's a good color with a lot of varying shades..." Nodding a little as they moved, Lydia suddenly directed a curious look to Storm. "How many outfits are we going to need, you think?"

Arriving at the rack she was looking for, Lydia started to sift through the clothing hanging from it, even as she listened to Storm. "Those are good colors for autumn. I always wished I could pull off oranges and some of the brighter yellows." She twisted her lips and shook her head as she continued to search. She paused every now and then, but kept going, obviously not happy with what she was finding.

"Do you want one ensemble to be more casual than the other? And one to be.. dressier? Or should they both be the same?" She circled around the rack before pausing with a quiet sound of victory. "If you're okay with one being somewhat casual, then I think this would look nice on you." Said item was pulled from the rack and held up so Storm could see it.

It was a blouse, relatively simple in design. The neckline was a square cut, and the sleeves were long and flared out. Towards the bottom hem of the blouse and sleeves, the fabric was a dark red, though it gradually shifted to an orange towards the top. It was almost like fire - the way trees in autumn always seemed to be ablaze since they were so spackled in the bright colors of orange and red. The blouse was also maternity friendly, leaving room for growing bellies with breathable, stretchy fabric.

Grinning, Lydia's brows lifted curiously, as if seeking Storm's approval. "You could find a skirt or pants to go with this, no problem, if you liked it. "

"Skirt.. skirt.." Lydia was already on it. She moved to the opposite side of the rack and started flipping through the assorted articles of clothing there. "I think black would work very well with that. It'd be very striking on you." Black was also quite slimming, but the elf wasn't about to pipe up about that. There was no need to offend her friend, even if her intentions were good. "Ah!"

Pulling a skirt off the rack, she walked back towards Storm with it. It was relatively simple, and seemed to be a loose, breathable fabric. It was flowy and would likely fall a little past Storm's knees, so it was a modest design. "What do you think, do you like this?" She offered it over. "You can try the outfit on if you'd like. There's dressing rooms upstairs. Plus if they don't fit right you can tell me and I can alter them."

With a nod, Lydia turned away from Storm to scrutinize the racks around her. Deep in thought, she scratched at her head. "Burnt sienna, you said? Hm... I think it might be nice to tend towards a brighter shade of that. If we go too deep, it'll look gold. It might be stunning on your complexion, or you'll look like a gold statue." She grinned cheekily.