"Well, I — " he chuckles, scratching his jaw. "We're no Bloomingdale's, miss, but I'll see what I have. You do realize anythin' custom made will take time?"

He fetches a pamphlet of hand-drawn patterns while Kate sets a fine silver snuffbox on a table. She leans back, smiling serenely.

"That's quite all right, sir. We've got the time."