Kate stood on her tiptoes as she followed the woman's gaze. At first she didn't think she understood and wondered if the woman had more of an accent than she had at first realized. The word Scrivenshaft was a new one to her, and no one had ever called her love before, which made it difficult to parse together the woman's meaning. She did catch sight of the sign with the quill on it, though, and then things started to make sense.
"Oh! Thank you," she said with a slight flush of her cheeks. The woman had asked if they could manage, which made Kate feel suddenly self-conscious. Did it look as though perhaps they couldn't? Was there some unknown danger between their current position and the storefront? "I think we'll be alright, ma'am," she said a little shyly, giving Isaac's hand a quick squeeze as though to reassure him, though he had given her no indication that he needed reassuring.
"Oh! Thank you," she said with a slight flush of her cheeks. The woman had asked if they could manage, which made Kate feel suddenly self-conscious. Did it look as though perhaps they couldn't? Was there some unknown danger between their current position and the storefront? "I think we'll be alright, ma'am," she said a little shyly, giving Isaac's hand a quick squeeze as though to reassure him, though he had given her no indication that he needed reassuring.