“Agreed,” Saffron accepted her sister’s shift of blame easily and gave a sheepish grin. She really ought to make a note of the time more often. With multiple members of their household potentially in or out on any given moment, Saffron was ashamed she’d forgotten herself for a moment and made that ‘brouhaha’ (to use a word she’d heard a particularly snotty member of the upper crust use last week) to begin with.

At her sister’s question, it was Saffy’s turn to fix Tess with the exasperated expression. “Please, dear sister,” She began, propping a hand on her hip. “A lady never reveals her secrets. Plus you didn’t deny it just now, did you?” Her eyes went up to Tess’ hair which might as well have been a home for bees at this point. “You might want to fix your hair if you need to see any customers tonight by the way.” She added with a cheeky grin.