Ianto
Relaxed in his seat, Ianto watched Jiao as she worked once he'd admired her wares, a small smile on his face as the tear in his sleeve disappeared before his eyes. "You've made it even more appealin' than before, as well as functional," he remarked, tipping her a wink. "I knew bringin' this to you would be a good idea."
Ianto was less a trend-setter and more a man who knew what he liked, so if he managed to start one for Jiao it would be pure coincidence. Either way, though, he knew she would do an excellent job on both the cravat and the waistcoat. The shawl, though, would be the real test of her skill. Luckily (or perhaps misguidedly) Ianto trusted the work in her hands.
"How indeed can I repay such fine stitchwork?" he mused aloud, his tone suggesting that he already knew exactly what he had in mind. "The next time my Wishing Wagon rolls through, you may have your pick of the items. How does that sound?"
Ianto was less a trend-setter and more a man who knew what he liked, so if he managed to start one for Jiao it would be pure coincidence. Either way, though, he knew she would do an excellent job on both the cravat and the waistcoat. The shawl, though, would be the real test of her skill. Luckily (or perhaps misguidedly) Ianto trusted the work in her hands.
"How indeed can I repay such fine stitchwork?" he mused aloud, his tone suggesting that he already knew exactly what he had in mind. "The next time my Wishing Wagon rolls through, you may have your pick of the items. How does that sound?"
