"No, a smart man who knows how to handle the stubborn women around him," he said, stepping in. He made a quick check of his surroundings- a wall of fabrics and folded up projects that might've been only half done, for all he could tell, a few of those weird mannequins that clothing shops used that creeped him out, a bunch of sewing paraphernalia that he wasn't sure he'd know all the names for. Ivee manning the door, Sophie at a sewing machine that was much nicer than he would've expected to have survived the Calamity, and Zelda over by the fitting mirrors, leaning against the wall-
-and wait. Hadn't she only had tunics and trousers when they moved into town?
He blinked a few times. "Skirts that she's apparently decided to wear before they're paid for," he said, raising an eyebrow. He looked at Sophie. "Did you make that?"