"No dear, I will have to be creative with you means of death this evening," Jack nodded a bit, looking at his feet before scuttled back into his dressing room, getting out of it in record time and appearing no worse for the wear a moment later.
"Okay, I'll get it," Jack shook his head, "As if he likes me any more." He went down to the counter, and there was some soft talk between them as the dresses and shoes were bagged and Jack came back with change.
"His name is Andrew, darling, and he wants to know if you are available," Jack said smoothly as he handed over the money, shifting the bags in his hand, "There is a shop with makeup just down the street and waxing occurs just around the corner from that. We'll tell them Andrew sent us and that will get us in without appointment to see Francis whom is a sweet man and the best waxer this side of somewhere or other," He said all this without a break, taking a breath and saying, "Oh, and I told him you were too sore to do anything for a while, but once you healed up South of the border, you'd be sure to come back for a little Hi Hello there." With a wink, Jack laughed and headed out of the shop, again bouncing with his excitement, "Come on, Gregory, we've so much to do!"