T'risa K'mahda:
"S'viim, just call me T'risa please. Formality is best left for court or ceremonies. Here we're informal. Just T'risa. We'd always welcome a male insight to our uniforms, after all we all want to look our best. You should bear in mind that everyone has different roles within our group. You'll need to have a uniform yourself." T'risa looked to the shopkeeper. "Please add one count for S'viim and possibly his guardian, and please with close that are protective and stylish for our night out."
She looked towards S'viim with mock pity in her eyes "You're going to hate what this little expedition is going to do to my bank balance."
"As you wish it, so shall it be, T'risa," S'viim nodded to her, respectfully; somehow still managing to convey his deference in her single name. Informality did not come easy to one of House B'shah. Traditions were sacred to them, and S'viim had been strictly trained to value them highly. Yet even so, space was changing around the Tau Omaeda, and it seemed to S'viim that some of their oldest beliefs were anachronistic, and perhaps should be reconsidered. Such things were not for a male to decide however. If the Lady T'risa wished him to be less formal with her, he would try, because she wished it.
He wondered what sort of uniform they would be wearing, then he grinned as he glanced up at D'mai N'ssa and tried to imagine her in anything other than her black body armour. That might prove very interesting indeed. Of course he was a little embarassed at the thought of offering criticisms on T'risa or M'kira's outfit choices. He simply could not imagine them looking anything but beautiful, regardless of what they chose. He did his best to overcome this however. He'd been given a task and he would do his best, as always.
When the Marshal mentioned the excessive amount of bookkeeping that might be required, he was a bit taken aback. It might indeed be very laborious to account for all of their purchases, but certainly he was capable of it, and the money was Her's to spend no matter the amount. Then suddenly, he realized...she was joking with him. An Omaeda Lady was teasing him! Shaking his head, he reminded himself he was definitely not on Ir'leth anymore. He smiled and replied:
"Already working on it, T'risa. NOTE: Check station listing for possible chapters of Shopaholics Anonymous..." he winked at his new Boss through his veil."
S'viim blinked when the message icon appeared on his veil display. He made certain to catch T'risa's attention then quietly sent Her a telepathic message.
~I apologize for the interruption T'risa, however you are receiving a message that I believe may merit Your attention.~.
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