He never seemed to be the type to back down from anything; still, she was extremely aware that it was likely he wasn't kidding about something. She hoped it was more about replacing her skirt, than showing up with a horrendous ball gown. Only time would tell, but Mabel released his hand in truce and leaned back once more to take another sip of her tea. It warmed her, again in a different way than the whiskey or pepper up potion did. She was nearly dry, and quite comfortable on the couch sitting across from Dory.

"I don't think I've even ever had a ball gown like that," She mused, still only half-seriously. She'd refused to do the season and instead worked and would continue to work until she didn't want to anymore. "They always seemed so stifling to me. Some of them beautiful, but always unattainable."

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