"Don't think anything of it," Greer was paying back a debt of gratitude, because she was thankful that they had family, as extended as they were, to take her and Lorelei in at their lowest point. It was fucking cold here and she wasn't sure she wanted to stay, but the Greengrass family had been kind to them and so Greer would do whatever it was that she could do to make this any easier, even if she didn't understand it at all.

Greer scooted around behind her small desk, a blank piece of parchment already started with a base sketch for the dress. Adding the silhouette was the easy part, if Jemima had something in mind. "Did you have something in mind? A color? Any special designs? Embroidery?" The last was her specialty, but it was also the most time consuming and the one thing Greer really couldn't use magic or a machine to go faster. "White has been the trend, but it's not necessary." Greer still preferred colors, a dress that could be worn again in the future, rather than the white of a debutante or wedding, but that was because she held the practicality of clothes over most else.

Having jumped right into it, Greer finally took a moment to take a good look at Miss Farley. Ugh. She looked a little like a lost puppy. In a rare show of empathy, Greer's expression softened. "How about some tea?" Greer should have started with that, she realized, before assaulting the young (younger than her? No, unlikely...) woman with questions about something most women held very precious.