Ailsa took the glove that was offered to her with eyes as wide as her smile and her face the perfect picture of a child being granted a particularly delightful treat. Reverentially she slipped it on and forgot to adjust the buckled in her excitement, causing it to almost immediately shift around her arm as the bird hopped on. Receiving a beady glare Ailsa apologised and was quite sure the beautiful bird of prey understood and nodded her acceptance of the words.

"Oh I fashion underwear for wealthier ladies than me," she said casually, eyes affixed on the bird, delighting in its every movement and already planning to see how Ewart would feel about an aviary in the garden. This was sensational and she might be able to use the loose feathers to embellish a hat or two! "You must send your wife to me." She offered with a grin. "Mrs Ailsa Fraser of Fraser's Foundations."

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