[ He can't help but notice the choice in clothing. First the vest, of course. (Blue intensifies the silvers in his plumage and makes his eyes brighter.)

But every piece he makes he does so with care and he would know his own work down to every unique stitch. He's made several for Stolas and is just as happy to make them as the Prince seemed to be to wear them.

But seeing a full ensemble right now? It feels telling. It feels hopeful and intentional, and Gold is having to tell himself not to fool himself. If he is reading that wrong it will make things uncomfortable for both of them.

But with no promises of anything, it is still a high compliment that he's glad of. The smile is more there, more genuine. It overshadows any faint blush that touches his face. ]

I am still so pleased you chose that color.

[ That feels like an overreach. Inwardly, he can feel himself pulling back, uncertain. Change the subject. Oh, a question to answer! ]

The shop recommended unsweetened tea or coffee. Because of the fruitier notes, my first thought is earl grey?