It's probably a good deal less exciting once Rachel's made her choices, smiles sweetly, and gets to the details.

"I noticed you're down to the last couple of yards on that fabric. Say that I ask you to make the blouse out of that one instead of the blue, free up a little space on your shelves for newer patterns? What happens to the price on that shirt?"

"This skirt is beautiful, it really is, but all that extra fabric at the back, that train? That's not going to be much use to me and I hate to get it dirty. Why don't we take off a few feet there - no, I don't need it bustled - that should drop the price down some, shouldn't it?"

"Knock it down five more dollars, sir, and I'd be happy to buy that hat, too."

Rachel would deny to her grave that she's ever flirted with a man, and she'd believe it whole-heartedly. But that doesn't mean she can't be 'nice' to get what she wants.



By the time the sun's going down, Rachel has her bill of sale, her new boots, a schedule to pick up her garments, and a lovely grey hat to shade from the sun.

It's a little incongruous with her morphing suit, but that'll change in a few days when she picks up the skirt and blouse.

For now, Rachel tips the brim of the hat to duck the sun's glare and grins happily to herself.