Warren and Monet | Wednesday Morning
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xp_logsIn which shopping is discussed
"Monet my dear," Warren called out, snagging the woman's attention as he saw her heading up the stairs and flashing her a grin. "Could I possibly pick your magnificent brain for a moment or two?"
Monet stopped and turned, leaning on a bannister. "Course, gorgeous. What's up?" she asked, smiling in return.
"Suppose I was to be taking someone shopping in Rome. Where would you suggest I take her?" It had been a long time since Warren has been overseas, and even so, he didn't usually go shopping when he did. Not when everything he owned had to be tailor made.
"You know, that really depends on their style. I mean, there's places like Piazza del Spagna and thingie... Via del Corso, which is fine, if your goal is to look like every other tourist who went shopping in Rome. And then there's all the other places. So, boy, girl or someone who needs things seriously altered?" she asked, running through a list of options as she spoke.
"Girl," Warren said with a couple of blinks. The names sounded vaguely familiar, but at the same time... not really. "And the hope is to find something... not her usual style. Which is largely the point of taking her shopping." Not that he was insulting Tabitha's style. Even if he was.
"Good. I am sooo not up on shopping destinations for dudes under about 50. Mostly because Cartier is useless at shopping, so he'd send me and his personal shopper out while he did the meeting thing. So, what sort of clothes does she need? Formal, casual, business?" Monet caught a glimpse of blonde hair in a thought and shied away from it. "And who is it?"
"Party clothes." Warren paused. "And maybe other stuff, if she'll let me buy it for her. Her being Tabitha. There's a party of an old friend we're going to while we're there, so I thought I'd take advantage of the situation and take her shopping as well."
"Good. She needs the makeover. I mean, have you seen what she calls party clothes? I mean, you can tell she's trying. It's just that she shops like a poor person without taste."
Warren tried to hide a smile at Monet's assessment of Tabitha's style of clothing - he would never admit it out loud, but he did agree with her. A little. "Not everyone has the good fortune to be graced with your taste and fortune, my dear. Some people need to be helped along."
"You know, poor people don't actually have to dress badly, right?" Monet said, giving a slight laugh. "Make sure she stays away from orange-toned reds and steer her towards things in blue and green but nothing yellow-toned or beige, unless you're trying to make her look jaundiced."
"Try telling them that," he laughed. "And the discount department stores that stock awful cheap clothing." He wrinkled his nose at Monet's instructions. "... so, is there any chance you'd like to join us? It's possible I'd completely forget all of that between now and then." He smiled charmingly at her. Though he was fairly sure Monet was immune to his charm.
"When were you thinking of going? Rome is gorgeous this time of year..." Monet paused, "Browns might work on her. She's blonde but what colour are her eyes?"
"The party's the weekend of Easter. I haven't really worked out how long we'll be away, but I'll have to get Tabitha back after too long." He thought about her second question. "... I want to say hazel? Maybe?" Truth be told, he hadn't paid so much attention to her eyes.
"Then brown might not work. Tell you what, I'll meet you in Rome with Kurt? I think he needs some time away from this whole 'my adopted kid has amnesia' bullcrap. He looks like someone's kicked him, every time he has to talk to Nick."
"Sounds good to me." Warren grinned. "I'll email you the details, and I can book an extra room at the hotel for you two if you like."
"Thanks, gorgeous. Look, I've got to run, since there's a meeting at Elpis I've got to get to... Catch you later." Monet blew Warren a kiss.
"Monet my dear," Warren called out, snagging the woman's attention as he saw her heading up the stairs and flashing her a grin. "Could I possibly pick your magnificent brain for a moment or two?"
Monet stopped and turned, leaning on a bannister. "Course, gorgeous. What's up?" she asked, smiling in return.
"Suppose I was to be taking someone shopping in Rome. Where would you suggest I take her?" It had been a long time since Warren has been overseas, and even so, he didn't usually go shopping when he did. Not when everything he owned had to be tailor made.
"You know, that really depends on their style. I mean, there's places like Piazza del Spagna and thingie... Via del Corso, which is fine, if your goal is to look like every other tourist who went shopping in Rome. And then there's all the other places. So, boy, girl or someone who needs things seriously altered?" she asked, running through a list of options as she spoke.
"Girl," Warren said with a couple of blinks. The names sounded vaguely familiar, but at the same time... not really. "And the hope is to find something... not her usual style. Which is largely the point of taking her shopping." Not that he was insulting Tabitha's style. Even if he was.
"Good. I am sooo not up on shopping destinations for dudes under about 50. Mostly because Cartier is useless at shopping, so he'd send me and his personal shopper out while he did the meeting thing. So, what sort of clothes does she need? Formal, casual, business?" Monet caught a glimpse of blonde hair in a thought and shied away from it. "And who is it?"
"Party clothes." Warren paused. "And maybe other stuff, if she'll let me buy it for her. Her being Tabitha. There's a party of an old friend we're going to while we're there, so I thought I'd take advantage of the situation and take her shopping as well."
"Good. She needs the makeover. I mean, have you seen what she calls party clothes? I mean, you can tell she's trying. It's just that she shops like a poor person without taste."
Warren tried to hide a smile at Monet's assessment of Tabitha's style of clothing - he would never admit it out loud, but he did agree with her. A little. "Not everyone has the good fortune to be graced with your taste and fortune, my dear. Some people need to be helped along."
"You know, poor people don't actually have to dress badly, right?" Monet said, giving a slight laugh. "Make sure she stays away from orange-toned reds and steer her towards things in blue and green but nothing yellow-toned or beige, unless you're trying to make her look jaundiced."
"Try telling them that," he laughed. "And the discount department stores that stock awful cheap clothing." He wrinkled his nose at Monet's instructions. "... so, is there any chance you'd like to join us? It's possible I'd completely forget all of that between now and then." He smiled charmingly at her. Though he was fairly sure Monet was immune to his charm.
"When were you thinking of going? Rome is gorgeous this time of year..." Monet paused, "Browns might work on her. She's blonde but what colour are her eyes?"
"The party's the weekend of Easter. I haven't really worked out how long we'll be away, but I'll have to get Tabitha back after too long." He thought about her second question. "... I want to say hazel? Maybe?" Truth be told, he hadn't paid so much attention to her eyes.
"Then brown might not work. Tell you what, I'll meet you in Rome with Kurt? I think he needs some time away from this whole 'my adopted kid has amnesia' bullcrap. He looks like someone's kicked him, every time he has to talk to Nick."
"Sounds good to me." Warren grinned. "I'll email you the details, and I can book an extra room at the hotel for you two if you like."
"Thanks, gorgeous. Look, I've got to run, since there's a meeting at Elpis I've got to get to... Catch you later." Monet blew Warren a kiss.
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