"Only problem with maroon is that it clashes with my eyes." Henn said with a shrug, crooked smile still in place, she used the twined fingers to turn Sable's hand, looking at the other woman's skin tone and then turning it back over to look at her own, "Something not quite plum and not quite royal purple might suit us both." A shrug, "You're right though, we should look at swatches. Are we going for a solid with accents? Or like, pinstripes or a pattern or what?"
She laughed then, shaking her head, "And just so you know, this is the longest conversation I've had about clothes when not talking to a tailor."