Greer still wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but the house was a bit of a mess and she needed out. The engagement announcement came as a bit of a surprise, obviously, because the rumors floating about town were uncharacteristically salacious. Fortitude was about as predictable as they came and Greer still thought something was off about the whole thing. The story being painted just didn't fit. She'd kept her mouth shut thought, offering to help in any way that she could, but there really wasn't much she could do. Greer thought about reaching out to Miss Farley to ask if she could make the wedding dress, but she wasn't sure if that would be overstepping? All Greer could do was make sure everyone looked good on the special day at this point.

The noise of the pub was a welcome buzz compared to that of the house. Here she felt like she could breathe a little easier and like she wasn't in the way tucked into the corner on the last stool of the bar by the wall. She was nursing a generous pour of gin, waiting on something to eat, trying not to get too lost in her thoughts. The agreement to move out at some point had already been made between her and Lorelei, but Greer was starting to think that would have to be sooner rather than later. They would have to check their finances, which given their continued employment and the savings from selling everything back home, should be plenty to let a small flat. The Greengrass household was already set to burst, though Greer assumed that the newlyweds would buy a place of their own. Greer still thought it would be best if she and Lorelei got out of dodge beforehand.

With a small sketchpad atop the bar, Greer was loosely sketching a silhouette, minding her own business when a snippet of a conversation nearby caught her ear. She heard the name Greengrass mentioned and she cued into the tone. Three sentences later, she turned her body from the bar itself and said, "Oy, why don't yeh mind yer own business and shut yer gob." Gossips. Her absolute least favorite. She heard so much of it in the shop that sometimes it took all of her willpower not to say something. But she wasn't at work and she had no filter outside of that.