She watched. She watched as Lottie grabbed the cinnamon bread and dipped it in the cheese and she should have said something. She really should have. But it was going to be hilarious so she pressed her lips together to wait for it... wait for it... And, yep. Worth it. Ninkasi would have felt bad for laughing except no one got hurt and it was just a silly goof.
“I'm not taking that bet,” she laughed. “I know him well enough to know that is exactly how it would play out.” And it wouldn't matter if she tried to weasel information out of him with some well placed teasing, because he knew damn well how to turn that against her now. He knew her kryptonite. Damn him.
Moving along, to the topic of the dresses, “I still have one somewhere, I'm sure. I have a bit of everything in storage.” Ninkasi sighed. “I'm such a pack-rat. Thankfully, anything organic that needs special storage, Thoth and Seshy helped me with because... well, it's not like I can keep it in my homelands.” She took a swallow of beer. “I mean, it's all here -for now, but between the various magics of our worlds and all that, you would never know how much is hidden and how in that first room down down the hall. It's like Pinterest threw up all over Mary Poppins Carpet Bag and Warehouse 13...” Pausing, realizing she wasn't sure going into her pack-rat tendencies was the best idea, it was better to divert a bit.
“Could make you one sort of, though. Just modify the hell out of an underbust Ghawazee Coat pattern. Really, clothes in my region of the world didn't change much, just how we layered them.”