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Her pen wobbled and wiggled as she wrote, making note of the Prince, Queen, and King. She did manage to sneak out a giggle at the mention of Azzo dressed up like a puppy when he was a kid. Her parents did dress her up every so often in animal themed costumes. Every so often she did manage to catch a glimpse of a photograph of herself in the old photo album. Lots of times, times seemed simpler then.

With a subtle sigh, she glanced to her friend. "I think you'll do fine Azzo! And I... I'll help as much as I can... I promise!" With that, she tucked her notepad away in her apron, the pen following shortly afterward, now free of the wire binding.

"Okay... I think I have an idea... um... follow me... and I'll show you what I'm thinking...kay?" She shuffled ahead slightly before turning back and silently checking to see if he was going to follow her.

If there was one thing that Yvette knew, it was the inside of this particular store. In all honesty, it would have been her dream job to work here, but unfortunately they were rarely hiring. Plus, she still had to work on that whole talking louder thing. It was something that Mrs. Ortiga was constantly scolding her about. Customers at Elizabeth's Secrets would complain about how they had to strain to hear that short clerk with the dark hair. From what Mrs. Ortiga had told her in the past, speaking too quietly was considered bad customer service. Mrs. Ortiga hired Yvette as a favor to her mommy, had she been there on her own merits, she might not have gotten the job.

So there was no way a place like the store they were in right now would hire her. She shuffled along, Azzo behind her, turning every so often until she was in an aisle with all sorts of cloth on bolts. Much of the cloth had patterns on it that were quite obnoxious, not really suiting to any sewing project. However, the short girl was already at work, pushing bolts aside so she could clear a way to the plainer bolts of cloth. The girl was a master of this aisle. It probably was pretty evident why, as the sign dangling over their heads read DISCOUNT AISLE.

"Yes, coupons stack with discounts here!" The way the girl seemed to have mastered the art of sorting through the cloth, it was pretty obvious this was how the girl managed to get her own supply of cloth. Eventually she paused in her efforts when she located a rather bright royal green color. The small girl seemed to be in her element, for she was able to remove the bolt from where it was held with relatively little problem. The bolt itself was pretty big, over half her size, but like a little trooper, she managed to waddle over to the edge of the display and stand it up to wait until later.

On her trip back to where she had left off, she took a quick glance at the cloth which Azzo had located. The clowns were cute, but not something she would have liked. Without any problem, she was able to start listing off many things which could have been made out of the selected cloth. "Blanket, pillow, bed sheets, towel, general decor for a baby's room, stuffed animals, reusable totes, curtains..." She paused from her list and let out a tiny giggle.

"Should I keep going?"

Her head bobbed up and down without a sound as he mentioned how he got the idea of what she was saying. It was understandable that he might not fully understand how many different common items required sewing of some sort. They were things people took for granted.

"Usually someone buys material based upon who they are sewing for..." If someone had skin that didn't look good in a particular color, then you avoided using that color in great quantities. If someone did not like a certain pattern, you did not use it. It wasn't like Yvette could really speak too much. She mostly sewed for herself. Sure, she occasionally did nice things for others, but usually when someone else they offered to pay. Such as was in this case.

So when Azzo selected something for the backdrop, Yvette took a look and smiled sweetly. "...w-well... you are the one paying for all of this, yes?" She couldn't help but note how she'd love to make some sort of sash out of the same patterned cloth. Maybe after the performances were done, she could weasel her way into getting it for her own uses.

She paused for a moment in her work to pull out a scarlet colored cloth. Once again, it was plain, but was saturated in color.

As Azzo spoke, he might have noticed as the girl's face grew progressively redder and redder and redder until she looked beet red in color. Eventually, the poor girl was forced to cease her work for a moment and steady herself by leaning against the bolts. Too much blood rushing to her head made her slightly dizzy.

"Idon'tthinkanybodywouldwanttocommissionmetosewthingsforthem....a-a-andIreallyd-d-don'tlikesewingforotherpeopleveryoften..."

The poor girl sounded like she wanted to curl up into a ball right in that very spot, but she did her very best to remain standing in place.

Alas, the girl really was not going to make this easy for him. Her face was just as red as ever, and all she offered was a mumbled "...dunno..." It wasn't like she was here to do what she wanted to, she was there to help out. She was there to pick cloth for a play for puppets, that was all.

Right?

She couldn't see the new bolt of cloth. It probably had something to do with the fact her eyes were focused on the ground.

"Um..." She tried to get her eyes to glance up, but it felt as if there was lead keeping her eyes down. She sighed a bit in quiet frustration. She wanted to see. She really did. She was now curious as to whether it was a dark blue, a light blue, a bright blue, or a velvety purple-blue.

Carefully, she took 3 deep breaths before finally managing to try again. She managed to get a glimpse of perhaps the edges of the cloth. "...it's too pale..."

After Azzo retreated with the one bolt, her eyes fell back to the ground as if they were too heavy to keep up at a normal height. Her cheeks were no longer beet red, but they were still reasonably darker in color than they should have been.

"What about this one?"

The girl sighed a bit and this time only took two deep breathes before managing to glance up again. Her eyes lifted up a bit more and she was able to see the color perfectly. Azzo's face, not so much. "Um... the other colors might get washed out compared to that one..." Even with Yvette picking out some pretty vivid colors, this blue just stood out as too loud compared to the others.

Her eyes sank again, however, this time not fully to the ground. She certainly had a good view of Azzo's knees now.