"Grey? Don't jest, you fool!"
Maria looks absolutely offended, her face growing slightly red with indignation. And she flings her hand against in frustration at which the thin bearded man flinches visibly, jumping away from her. He tumbles with the wrong step, almost flipping his whole work material that was on the tea table in the main living room.
The tailor did come as Elian said and he had finished his tea in one swift motion, visibly eager to start his work.
And by work, I come to realize it's merely gushing and showing off his collection of fabrics. And Globe Lady Maria is extremely riled up by his behavior.
The living room is a large space where one side of the wall is completely made up of french windows and it opens up to the side garden, lust green bushes, and gentle breeze. Aside from a wine display cupboard and a large set of thickly embroidered sofa sets, there is practically nothing else to fill up the room.
