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Jamie eyed the large holographic wall before him carefully, pale blue eyes took in each detail carefully as he processed the information being given to him. The wardrobe wall was a wonderful if sometimes vexing invention. It projected a large holographic wall out from one’s closet, said wall was dived up into many boxes showing off tiny images of the outfits store inside the closet and how many times one had worn them. While this often helpful information , at the moment it was only confirming to Jamie that Molly definitely needed a new dress for her upcoming birthday. He had sworn they’d gotten her something last month but either his memory was going or she’d gotten impatient and worn that several times already.

The weary teacher had rather been hoping to actually spend his day off relaxing but it seemed like that wasn’t meant to be. Catherine normally took Molly to order clothes but his wife was otherwise occupied with making other party plans.

Jamie waved a hand in the direction of the wardrobe wall’s sensor to dismiss it and immediately the large holographic projection disappeared. “Alright Molly, get ready to go outside while I make a quick call,” he conceded. Still, the man wouldn’t help but smile at the little excited hop his daughter gave before she darted out of the room.

It took little time for Jamie to pull up a registry of seamstresses in Saltaire and what it was they offered. After going over customer reviews Jamie swiftly typed the chosen one’s number into the phone while he adjusted the send and receive levels of the wall speakers in the calling room.

Were it not for the reviews this woman had Jamie might have become a bit uncertain about his choice in seamstresses. As it was it seemed like this one was rather distracted already. Still, she seemed best suited for what he wanted and he could always commission another if she proved to be a mistake. For now he would press on and.. how the hell did Molly manage to tangle her hair just putting on a coat and shoes?

As he waited another moment to make sure there would be no other shouts on the other end of the phone Jamie gestured for his daughter to go brush out her hair or at least find the auto-comb headband she was so fond of.

“My apologies if this is a bad time Miss.” All women were Miss to him until he’d gotten to known them or been told to call them otherwise, it was just easier that way. “My name is Jamie Fraser and provided you are currently available I’d like to bring my daughter in to commission a dress for her birthday.” There his words were straight to the point giving the woman everything she needed to know minus perhaps Molly’s age but he hadn’t seen anything in her profile stating she didn’t work with children.

“Papa, I’m ready,” the excited call came from the doorway and Jamie turned his head to make sure Molly was presentable. Aside from the fact that her earrings were mismatched, which he imaged was intentional so that they were a gold sun and silver moon, Jamie confirmed his daughter was fit to be out in public with a small and a long well manicured finger to his lips to indicate she needed to be quiet while he was using the phone.

“Yes that’s Molly,” Jamie confirmed. “She’s still at that excitable age.” Of course they were getting her a new dress for an upcoming birthday so excitement was to be expected regardless. At least Jamie could be comfortable in knowing that she usually wasn’t too fidgety while getting her measurements taken, it was usually her mouth doing all the moving.

That on occasion caused trouble as well but it usually depended on just what Molly happened to be saying and how. She was still too young to have a good filter between what she was thinking and what actually came out of her mouth, thus she'd been told not to talk too much about other clothes she owned while getting new ones. Not everyone liked to hear about the diamond thread dress her grandmother sent her that sparkled whenever she moved if they themselves didn't work with quite as luxurious of materials.

“I’d like to come by in a half an hour if that works for you.” It’d take about that much time to take the bus, both cars were mysteriously acting funny today and the mechanic droid wasn’t due for another hour, to where Miss Callaghan lived. It should also give the woman time to finish cooking and eat depending on what she was making.

“What were you cooking?” Molly inquired, clearly thinking along the same lines as her father. Though the girl had the good graces to look apologetic when he gave her a ‘you’re not supposed to talk while I’m on the phone’look. He wasn’t an unkind or overly stern parent but Jamie did want to try and instill manners and common sense into his daughter while she was still at the age where children cared what their parents said.

Jamie only half managed to stifle a soft chuckle while he listened to Saoirse speak. Molly it seemed had charmed another person again though means of just being herself. Jamie didn't recall ever being as good at that as a child himself, of course he'd been a boy and less prone to socializing with anyone older than himself or his brothers. He kept meaning to ask Catherine about that but it always slipped his mind before he got around to it and the question would likely fade from his mind again this time before he spoke with her next

“Molly’s five,” he replied as he compiled the woman’s questions in his mind to answer them in order once she was done speaking. “She’ll be turning six in two weeks and needs a dress suitable for her new age and her party.” Jamie had no idea if there was a major different between a girl’s dress style at ages five and sex , though he’d certainly noticed a sense of maturity between four and five. “I have your address unless you’ve moved,” he added lastly rattling it off for confirmation.

Legs getting a bit stiff from remaining in the same position Jamie began to quietly pace the room to get blood pumping through them. There was nothing worse then when a limb fell asleep fully and then came suddenly back to life with that painful tingling sensation, he’d rather avoid it if at all possible.


Out of the corner of his eye he could see Molly rubbing her fingernails trying to get them to change colour. In an effort to keep her from chewing them Catherine had bought their daughter special temperature sensitive colour changing nail polish. Molly could play around with it and paint her toe and fingernails as she wanted on the condition that they must remain in good condition. This far it seemed to be working although she often ended up with different colours or shades of the same colour on her toes and fingers nails for various reasons.

Jamie did not have any more questions and the phone call soon ended, with Jamie more satisfied than before that Miss Callaghan was the right choice given her experience with girls Molly’s age. His long legs, no longer in danger of falling asleep, carried the auburn haired man swiftly across the length of room and over to where Molly bounced from foot to foot excitedly. Her coppery curls of hair swayed with the motion and a bright smiled beamed on her face. It was little things like this that made Jamie willing to forgo his time of rest, it was impossible not to see how much this was new special dress appreciated and longed for.

For the majority of the half hour bus ride Jamie played a game he had as a child. Since he was seated at the back of the large rumbling vehicle he could see almost all the other riders and certain details about most of them. From that he began the game which consisted mainly of counting and then comparing. First he counted the amount of males verses females, dark haired people verses light and how many dark haired males verses light haired males then the same for women. He added in colour of skin and clothing as factors as well as jewelry and it’s types. It was a time consuming and rather complex game after a while as Jamie tried to keep track of all the numbers he had compiled using only his mind.

Molly was easy to keep tack of during the trip as he’d purposefully put her beside the window where she couldn’t escape and couldn’t bother the other riders. Occasionally she would point at something outside of the grimy glass and Jamie would try and comment on it without breaking his concentration. Not that there was much to see in Saltaire that they hadn’t already seen many times before. From time to time new residents moved in and opened some small business but that was about it.

Eventually the ride ended however and from the bus stop it didn’t take long to get to the Callaghan residence.