"Of course. I'm the best seamstress in Sidhe. Don't ever believe what Olivia tells you." Jiao pulled a face, grumpy at the thought of her rival seamstress (who ryan just invented). Still, she was glad Ianto was pleased with the work, especially since it had taken her so little time; if only everyone was so easy to please.
Ianto offered her an item from his wishing wagon. Jiao hummed as she stood up to go and look at her fabrics, select one for his cravat. "Hmmm. With that wagon...where do you get everything for it? Is it just stuff you have anyway? Can't you just give me something now? Debts aren't good because I can't hold them in my hands." This simple statement held most of Jiao's ideals within, the desire for immediate material goods overpowering potential later improved gains.
"But I guess just this once, it'll do. Red or gold or green?"
Jiao
And the bittersweet of every new defeat
Is I'm stronger than before
