"That is often the problem, when something's not made for a specific customer," Ariel said ruefully, and then shook his head, a smile on his face. "That's what I get for conveniently making it in my own size." He should know better, but sometimes he could just not resist.
"Oh?" There was definitely curiosity in that note, and Ariel was once again looking at the basket, and the fabric that came out. It was grey, yes, but Ariel knew that those fabrics that Storm created were always more than they initially seemed. How he did it, the Unicorn did not know, but he wasn't one to pry into secrets of the trade.
"Tell me about it," he said as he reached out a slim hand to touch the fabric. His fingertips glided along the grey surface, noting the texture of the fabric, the weight of it. There was a rich quality to it - it would make a fine piece, or pieces. Perhaps a gown, or a man's ensemble. The possibilities were always endless.