"Hrm... from you, Chachanji, I would require just the knife this evening. No more, no less. It's a fine gift you let me purchase."
She smiles at the Lalafell, satisfied his interest piqued enough to even take the papers for himself to examine. She crosses her arms, scanning him over as he keeps looking through the blueprints of the hastily, yet accurately, drawn out plans she drafted for him. As he spoke about making them, she responded.
"Oh, a goldsmith for that, hm? Memory serves right, there's the Goldsmith Guild in Ul'dah and plenty of independent goldsmiths about that city, aye? I'll consult them for the other items. Also heard rumors about carbon fiber being Garlean in nature, so... perhaps a visit to one from the Ironworks as well."
Yheli stole a glance over towards the kotatsu where Zhara sat, gave a slight smirk at the woman, and then looked back at the Lalafell, kneeling down to get to eye level with him. Her head turns towards Chachanji and she speaks in a hushed voice, before Zhara started towards the back the second time.
"Between you and me? You're lucky you have a worker who can manage bills and payments besides yourself. Own a cafe myself; I know from experience it isn't easy keeping track of it all--especially in larger quantities."
She smiles at the Lalafell, satisfied his interest piqued enough to even take the papers for himself to examine. She crosses her arms, scanning him over as he keeps looking through the blueprints of the hastily, yet accurately, drawn out plans she drafted for him. As he spoke about making them, she responded.
"Oh, a goldsmith for that, hm? Memory serves right, there's the Goldsmith Guild in Ul'dah and plenty of independent goldsmiths about that city, aye? I'll consult them for the other items. Also heard rumors about carbon fiber being Garlean in nature, so... perhaps a visit to one from the Ironworks as well."
Yheli stole a glance over towards the kotatsu where Zhara sat, gave a slight smirk at the woman, and then looked back at the Lalafell, kneeling down to get to eye level with him. Her head turns towards Chachanji and she speaks in a hushed voice, before Zhara started towards the back the second time.
"Between you and me? You're lucky you have a worker who can manage bills and payments besides yourself. Own a cafe myself; I know from experience it isn't easy keeping track of it all--especially in larger quantities."
