This poor man. He had absolutely no idea what he had unwillingly walked into when Daphne had called his name. She shook her head, amused by his explanation. She could understand why he had chosen it if that had been the reason, however, he was merely making himself look dreadfully old. The wheel in Daphne's head clicked, and she shrugged at him in the mirror. If all else failed, she would appeal to his bank account before he left.
"How much did you pay for those robes?" They still looked costumey to her, but it wouldn't matter much the following night. Before he could answer, Daphne walked over to a small table where an extra pin cushion sat, and picked up her appointment book at once. She flipped through it, looking for an empty spot.