That eyeroll was practically audible, Davrin didn't need to be looking.

"Thats wonderful," Alessa said, because Evja had been right that at least all the news wasn't bad. A light of hope desperately needed. "You know - my son had one of those rocking griffons as a baby. His children just love it. They'll be so happy to hear."

And as for the fashion-

"I was hardly going to get a shirt made for Assan as well. Merely ask for recommendations to a good butcher in Antiva City while we are here. Although..."

He turned his attention to the older Dwarven woman, back to all pleasant and polite smiles. The well behaved young man all grown up.

"Could I perchance purchase a bag of scrap fabric, do you think? The cast offs that are normally bought by the rag pickers."

"Oh, I don't see that being a problem at all. I'm not sure we have a full bag yet..."

Lucanis waved a hand, 'no worries'.

"It is no emergency. Send it along with the other purchases to the Estate if there is one by then, or whenever convenient if not."

"Of course, I'll go let my husband know. I imagine he'll be about ready to have something for you to try on, Ser Warden - thank you so much for your patience and the good news," taking up any of the dishes that were finished, Alessa made her way into the back with a bounce in her step.