Grand Opening of Stitch In Time!

It seemed like Béatrice and Arjean were one of the first to come into the shop. That was to be expected. Béatrice was excited to see the store after finally meeting Lilian, and assuming Joseph would be there too, she decided to bring Arjean along. Arjean needed to build up their social skills, and if it meant letting them befriend children much older than them, that was good enough for her.

"Hello, Lilian. Hello, Joseph. How are you two doing?" Béatrice said cheerfully as she walked in. She then sat Arjean down onto the floor so they could explore the shop some more, but she kept a close eye on them. Didn't want to ruin a friendship by having them knock over mannequins or rip clothes they wanted to dress up in. "I'm impressed with what you did to the store."

Arjean followed Béatrice's lead of being polite. "H-Hello," they spoke gently, before flying off to grab some treats from the tables. Being surrounded with tailoring supplies, clothes, and drawings every day made Arjean not care much about what was being advertised in the store. They liked looking around for clothes to dress up in, but the snacks took too much of their attention to think of playing games. She should have opened up a snack store than a clothing store.

Schrödinger swallowed nervously, his band-aid wrapped fingers gripping the hem of his jacket tightly. Is this the right shop?

Grandma and Grandpa wanted him to get some nice clothes to wear to some special party that was coming up, and had given him kind of a lot of money. Schrödinger wasn't used to having this much money in hand, so he'd popped the cash into a Box on the walk to the tailor's. It felt much more secure that way.

The young eldritch pushed open the door, wrapping a hand in his jacket sleeve as to not leave a smudge, the Box floating after him tranquilly. "Hullo?" Schrödinger called. "This is a clothes shop, right?" He'd walked into various different shops before, and none of them sold clothes. (One even sold people. Schrödinger left that shop quickly.)

Joe had probably been there all day helping his mother and assuring her that everything would turn out fine. Most of the day was quite enjoyable to him, he had always enjoyed being around his mother and it was quiet and peaceful. He was happy watching his mother because it reminded him that they had been through a lot together and even though they had it worked out and they were both safe and somewhat happy with what they now had.

He had given her a pat on her back as she shouted that the store was finally opened."I'm.... really proud of you mom..... you've.... wow... you've really done so much and with so many problems.... but we always pull through".

He was kind of excited to say the least when Arjean and Bèa walked into the shop. Arjean was one of his good friends and Bee was.... well she was Bèa, Joe quite liked her personality and her snarky remarks that she made around him made him oddly feel comfortable."Hey.... i'm fine.... been nice spending time with my mother today" he said as he waved and smiled to Arjean before snickering lightly at Arjean immediately going for the treats.

Joe looked at the newcomer." Well... yea.... my mother makes clothes here" he said to Schödinger.

A relieved smile spread itself across Schrödinger's young face at Joe and Lilian's words, and his eyes lost a little bit of the apprehension they had when he walked in. "Okay, finally," Schrödinger muttered, mostly to himself. Then, speaking louder, he explained, twisting his hands a bit. "I can't read too good," the nine-year-old said sheepishly. "I passed a lot of stores. They weren't, um, the...right kind of store."

He let the Box float into his hands, where he held it snugly. "Can you help me get some nice clothes?" His eyes flicked to Lilian, who was, presumably, the shop owner. She seemed old enough to be a shop owner. And she seemed nice. And she was the other kid's guardian. What was that word? Responsibil? (What the government was not, Grandma would complain on Wednesdays.)

Also, when he looked at the other people in the room, she seemed the most human. The most normal, like him. Besides, Schrödinger wasn't quite sure how to approach the white deer lady. She looked nice too, but a little bit scary.

Schrödinger cleared his throat and reached into the Box, (this one was orange, and Schrödinger didn't care too much for orange, so he'd make it disappear as soon as he got home) pulling out the envelope with the money inside. The boy tried to remember what it was Grandma told him before he left.

"I need a...a suit." Schrödinger half asked the order he recalled from fuzzy memory. "A new shirt, new pants, and a...neck ribbon? I don't know what these are," the boy admitted. "I was told to come here and get some help." At this, he thrust out the envelope. "Uh, money. For help."

The event was hush-hush, as Grandpa put it. Don't tell anyone about it – just ask for some special occasion clothes. Now, go little prince, this would be a good bout of exercise for you! Go out and meet some new people-——

Schrödinger cut his thoughts. Too much unnecessary, as Grandma would say.

"Can you help me get some special occasion clothes?" he finally requested clearly, waving the envelope a little bit. It was rather thick and hefty.

"It's always hard to make everything look perfect the first time. I'm still not fully satisfied with what I've done with the shop," Béatrice told Lilian in an attempt to comfort her. To be truthful, she was very pleased with how everything looked in her shop, but she and Archard have very precise expectations, and sometimes they can butt heads trying to make everything look perfect in their view. She was lucky they both had similar ideas on how the shop should look. "If you never need help, please don't hesitate to ask. My family is always open to assist you when needed, even if you have Joseph as such great support," she continued.

Béatrice didn't hesitate to have three sweets, choosing a different one each time, but she tried her hardest to space them out and resist going back for more. She also scooted Arjean away from them too, noticing that if they kept up their pace, they would keep eating without regards to others who would want some too. She sat them over towards Joseph, telling them to play with their friend, then she went around to look at the shop. There wasn't a lot to look at, but Béatrice was already thinking up ideas to liven the place up. The back of her mind told her she probably shouldn't put so much support for another shop with a similar idea to hers, but since she was friendly with the founder, she thought they could help each other out in their work. It seemed more beneficial to make allies in the business than enemies.

Arjean would've preferred continuing to eat, but being near Joseph was all right too. At first, they were silent, waiting for him to say something first, but then they finally spoke up. "Where's everyone else?" they asked, looking around. They weren't talking about the customers, but the employees. Arjean's family shop had all of their family members in it, but it seemed like Joseph and his mom were the only ones working. "At home?"

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Schrödinger nodded eagerly. "Thank you, Ms Lilian. My name's – my name's Schrödinger. Schrödinger Lovegrimm. I live not far but not really close to here. Thank you very much for helping me!"

He was a little surprised that there were, apparently, options. There wasn't just one kind of special occasion clothes? Wouldn't it make more sense for there just to be one style of fashion? It would probably save a lot of time.

But then again, Schrödinger wasn't a clothes expert, and he was probably assuming stupid things again. Best to leave it to Ms Lilian.

For the first time since entering the shop, the boy took the time to actually look around. This was, of course, the first time he'd ever seen a shop like this. (Schrödinger was impressed with all the patterns and colors. Idly, he wondered whether or not there were any more star sky patterns, like his jacket. It'd be cool to get a matching gloves. Then it'd look like he sleeves covered his hands too.)

"Oh," Schrödinger said, suddenly, snapping out of his thoughts and startling himself. "Um, how much will it all cost? Grandma said this would be enough for the help and clothes, but I don't know now. Will you need more?" He hoped not. "And thanks again, Ms Lillian."