"That's right." Jiao nodded, glad that Ianto understood what a mistake it would be to go to Olivia for his clothing needs. The girl didn't know a loop stitch from a back stitch and had no fashion sense whatsoever.
She smiled a little to herself as he mentioned his Godmother. "You mean you'll ask mummy to stock in some nice things for you?" While the question was teasing, a little cruel perhaps, there was nothing malicious in her tone, a joking curve in her lips.
When he chose the gold she nodded and took it over to a table with a board and knife, began to make cuts at measurements she seemed to somehow instinctively know, with nothing marked out but her slices still precise and neat, cutting the cloth into a neat square, ready for work.
"Do you think you could sell some of my work at your wagon..?" She asked as the thought suddenly came to her, looking back to Ianto with a smile.
Jiao
And the bittersweet of every new defeat
Is I'm stronger than before
