[Who cares if the stores carry a large selection of styles? Sebastian's kingdom for high-quality fabric and a talented tailor. Dressing the young master in non-bespoke clothes just won't do. Sebastian thought that he might find one or two items that would be acceptable for the day to carry them over, but after browsing through most of the available selections... Sigh. It looks like he'll have to sit down and speed-sew ten new outfits before the day is done.
He puts the ruffled silken shirt he was examining back on the rack, and turns to Kija with a small smile when he hears him speak.]
Fashion is quite a curious thing, is it not? [France in the 18th Century was particularly special, as he recalls.]