What a weekend it had been. Fortunately Fortitude's wedding was over, she and Lorelei had found their own place and everything seemed to be much calmer. It would be a few weeks, perhaps into next month before she even thought about reaching out to ask about a dinner. The idea had seemed to be welcomed when she proposed it, so she would follow through. They hadn't been terrible after all and she and Lorelei were both thankful for their help during their first few months here in Scotland.

She was working, a little more casually on Miss Potts' dress, the base all done, a simple silhouette, very springy. It was the embroidery that Greer was working hard on, lots of little flowers on the sheet overlay that was taking time, but she was enjoying it. It was nearly done and she still had a couple of days before the final fitting. The snowstorm had been good for one thing, she'd been able to focus solely on the family wedding and alterations, if nothing else.

When the door opened to a blustery sort of wind and an a chipper greeting, Greer was a little caught off guard. "Ah, what is it that you need?" She asked, pausing in her needlework to peer at him curiously.