Ah fuck. She'd asked hoping the answer would be no, and it was, for half a second. All she'd had to do accept the thanks and wait for the other half of the suit in the hall. Not hard. But she'd gone and done it now. Greer was a practical, useful sort of person and that was exactly what she was doing by offering up her skills to help out. The conversational sort wasn't something she would necessarily be any good at. In fact she was rather bad at it.

"Yes," Greer hovered by the doorway, looking back at him curiously. "She came into the shop so I could start designing her dress." It had been an interesting meeting, one that left Greer with more questions than answers, but she wasn't about to stick her nose in where she wasn't wanted. It was part of the reason everything still struck her as some sort of odd. Nobody seemed very happy about this wedding and Greer knew it wasn't always required in this day and age, but she would have thought one or both of them might look a little more excited about it, considering the story being weaved around them.