Jingle jingle
"Delivery's here," a polite voice called out as a large box was maneuvered through the door. The one carrying it turned out to be none other than Tal, who spared Sah a brief look of shock before wrestling the box to the counter and finishing the negotiations with the woman tending the store. He shook her hand and then grinned as she traded him a pile of various fabrics in dark colors and a packet of paper to go with his own supplies.
But there wasn't a lot of other places in the little tailor's shop to go. With a resigned sigh the courier dragged his feet over to the workbench, dropping his own pile on the far end of the other side and beginning to sort things into neat piles with his usual methodical attention to detail and precision in placement. "Hey, Jester," he offered laconically, smoothing out a length of cloth and sorting through the paper pieces, studying the notes on each one before choosing one to lay out on the fabric and chalking a neat line around the shape.
"Careful," Tal shot back loftily, nodding to the bloody dot on the hunter's finger. His own smirk quirking up in response. "Take jabs like that at me an' y'just end up hurtin' yourself."
Tal snuck a few glances across the table as he set up his own workstation. With his tongue peeking out Sah looked like a little kid and the courier had to hide a snicker or two as he smoothed out his pattern on top of his fabric and began to cut the first panel out with the shears. He was going to need four for the first part and he worked diligently until he realized that Sah was slowing down.
The courier glanced over and heaved a theatrical sigh as he started pinning the pieces of his own pants in preparation for stitching them together. "It sure helps if I put 'em together inside-out first," he said off-handedly, as if talking to himself. "An' pin 'em, so they don't slide around so much."
He snuck another surreptitious glance to see if Sah was listening.