Lucy & Ric
Lucy laughed out loud at his incredibly lame joke but it amused her nonetheless. Hell, she was the one who cracked herself up with lame dad jokes, she had a ridiculous sense of humor. "Or married her prince charming then." She was going to have to do some research of her own about the types of shifters. Her curiosity had been piqued and she wanted to know. Apparently dragons were as bad as cats when it came to curiosity.
Another smile as she looked at the silk. "Ah." She perked up with some recognition. "I remember this fabric." Lucy might not always pay attention to faces and people but she did recall things like baubles, buttons and fabrics. "I didn't make it but I remember talking to the person who did." She supposed as costumer, designer, and tailor, she'd run into almost everyone. She had asked if he was new and already knew the reason she didn't know him was because she was new-ish herself.
"I'd be honored if you walk me home." She might look young but she was born in the very early 1900's. Men had been gentlemen when she was growing up and Ric reminded her of those gentleman. She knew looks were deceiving and she didn't presume to know whether he was a true gentleman. "Once you've seen one or two scenes like this, you've seen it all. I'm sure the ringmaster will come along soon and disperse this mess."