trans_9 | The Predator [open]

That doesn't sound so bad, and Jamie considers it. He does own a few neckerchiefs that are more like what she's describing - and he does tend to favor more muted colors for his shirts anyway. Patterns on those never made sense to him anyway.

He reaches for another neckerchief - this one a much more subdued blue, with a little white mixed in. It would stand out some against the one button down shirt he owns, but not in a distracting sort of way. Just like she said. "How about this?"

Rachel actually smiles properly at that, and nods to him. There was a certain pleasure at getting someone to actually listen to what she had to say, and take her advice already. She'd certainly tried enough times with Cassie to get the girl to listen and go shopping, that was for sure. It was nice having a protégé.

"Much better," she said, nodding. "It clashes a lot less, and it'll go with most outfits well. Versatile and attractive."

Rachel should smile more, he thinks. It suits her. And that, actually, decides him. "Then I'll buy it," he says firmly, moving off to haggle with the merchant straightaway.

A few minutes and a few less credits later, he comes back, holding a small bag with the cravat it in. "But what about yourself? Surely there must be something you've seen that you like?"

Rachel lets him be while he goes off to haggle for the neckerchief, browsing through a few things herself while she waited. Glancing up at him when he rejoined her, she half shrugged. "Still browsing," she commented. "I plan to hit a lot more shops, so we'll see what I find, anyway." She was looking at a scarf, though, while they were still near the neck wear. Just a simple, sheer, light red scarf. "Might come back for this though."

Glancing at the scarf, Jamie's first instinct is to say something along the lines of 'Oh, that old thing'? But a half-remembered conversation with Kaylee in the Sensoriums comes back to him.

She had said something along the lines of girls enjoying being told they were pretty, at least from what he recalls. He has to admit, he was a bit distracted by Kaylee herself at the time, so he might not quite be remembering it right. Still, it occurs to him maybe it wouldn't hurt to try this complimenting thing right now, so he gives it a go.

"Aye? It's a good color." He does approve of red, after all. "It would look bonny on ye."

Rachel let out a thoughtful noise at that, looking it over in her hands. She liked it-- it was stylish, but downplayed, and the colour did work fairly well, with her. It had some serious advantages.

"I think so," Rachel agreed, confidently, holding the scarf up to herself briefly for emphasis, glancing over at one of the mirrors in the shop. "It wouldn't be a bad buy."

"So what are ye waiting for, then?" Jamie asks. Honestly, he doesn't understand women sometimes. She likes it, he thinks. So why not go ahead and buy the thing?

"I'm sure you'll be able to get a good price out the merchant," he adds, then. "Although if tries to tell ye that it's his last one, don't believe him. He's got boxes of all of these things under the tables."

"It's usually better to look for better deals first," Rachel commented with a shrug. She didn't feel it was right to just take the first shot without scouting out first. But, Jamie had a point...

"Right," she said. "Standard merchant kind of tricks. Why would those change between planets?" Shopping was shopping, no matter where she went. "I bet you I could convince him to give me a generous deal."

Well, he thinks, she certainly sounds confident enough about that. But...a part of him is curious to find out if she can actually pull it off. So he folds his arms against his chest, giving her a skeptical look. All the better to get her to give it a go.

"Oh, aye, could ye now? I'd like to see that."

Rachel raises an eyebrow at Jamie at that, matching his sceptical gaze. Really now?

"Then I'll take that as a challenge," she said, smiling a bit too sweetly, before she turned on her heel, scarf draped over her arm, and made her way over to the shop keeper. Watch and learn, Jamie. Watch and learn.

"Aye? All right, then. We'll just see what ye can do." Jamie says, a small crooked smile appearing on his face. He walks a few steps away so he can lean against the side of another stall to watch her. Rachel may seem like she knows what she's doing, but there's a part of him that's fairly certain that she won't be able to talk the merchant down enough to make it a worthwhile purchase.

After all, this whole planet is made of up of people who make a living at overcharging unwary shoppers. Surely one wee lassie isn't going to be able to get the better of them, no matter how good she is at haggling.

Rachel can tell that, besides challenging her, Jamie is doubting her. So naturally that just makes her even more determined to prove that she can do it. Because she can do it.

She reaches the shopkeeper with a very confident swagger, scarf over her arm still, and she flashes her winning smile at the merchant. She might as well be a professional shopper-- and she's going to work her charm. And if that doesn't work? She can certainly work her aggression too.

She's going to return to Jamie in a few minutes looking pretty triumphant.

((ooc: let me know if this is okay?! ;; ))

The look on Jamie's face - so smug at first as she goes over - slowly changes to disbelief as she quickly gets the better of the merchant. As she finishes up, it switches to dismay. She couldn't have gotten that good of a deal that fast, could she?

He hides the expression quite quickly once she starts walking back, although he can't quite manage to cover it with the same cocky expression he had earlier. Maybe she won't notice.

"So, er. What did ye wind up paying for it, then?"

((OOC: Oh, no problems at all! And feel free to make up whatever for a price and we can pretend it's low. 8D))

She notices it's a bit difference-- but the important thing is that he's still looking smug, which she's aiming to wipe off his face. It does not a thing to deter her own smug look, as she twirls the scarf a little in front of her.

"5 credits," she says casually, as if it's no big deal. "Not bad I guess."

((ooc: works for me. 8) ))

His eyes widen a bit at that - considering that merchant was asking thirty for some of the scarves there, five is a very good bargain.

"Aye, well," he says, just as casually. "I suppose that's not so bad when it comes to price. Although ye may have just gotten lucky. Or maybe it was defective or something."

She smiles more at that, him seeming to now be playing the same game as her. It was no big deal, and all that. She let out a hum as she twirled it a bit, before she put it on, one hand resting on it. "It seems like it's pretty good quality, but whatever."

Jamie shrugs, as if to say it was no big deal. "Best hope it'll be able to stand to to Stacy's humidity, aye? It's not as though we'll be able to get in touch with the merchant later."

He wanders across the way, then, to a booth that seems to be selling suits and jackets for men, idly pulling out the sleeve of one of them to look at it. "But I'm sure ye know your fabrics, being a lassie and all."

"It should be fine," Rachel says casually, with another shrug. "It's not too light, so it'll last better than most." She watches him for a moment, before she says, voice a bit colder, "It's not because I'm a 'lassie' though, so watch it." She watches him at the booth for a second.

"So let's get you dressed up then."

He opens his mouth to ask her why it is she knows it, then - but takes one look at her face and decides that maybe that's not such a good idea.

Looking at the sleeve of the suit coat he's pulled out, he considers the idea. It wouldn't be the first time someone on the ship's gotten him to try on clothes, and while he can't really think of any reason to actually get an outfit off the top of his head, he figures it wouldn't hurt to go along with her.

Actually, he thinks, glancing back at her face, it might hurt if he decided he didn't want to.

"Aye, I suppose I could try on a thing or two while we're here. What did ye have in mind?"

Rachel smiles a bit too sweetly at Jamie for that one, feeling a personal victory for getting him to agree to it. "Well," she starts, and she pauses to size him up more fully, eyes scanning him. "If you're going to be insisting on kilts, we might as well get you something to make it look a little nicer. How about something a little... dressier? A jacket. You never know if it might come in handy."

Jamie gives her a rather skeptical look at that statement. "For what, exactly? Anything that happens on Stacy where I might need something like that's in the Sensoriums. I could just think something up."

However, jackets would be easy enough to try on, he supposes. And it might very well satisfy her enough that he'll get out of carrying bags around yet. Heartened by the thought, he reaches for one anyway, a tweed one somewhat similar to the Doctor's. "Maybe this one, though..."

"Better safe than sorry," Rachel says with a shrug. Then, she smiles and says, "Besides, I'm not entirely sure if I can trust you to 'think up' good fashion." So she was oh-so-generously helping out.

She raises an eyebrow at the jacket he pulls out, and frowns. "Tweed's a little... old," she says after a moment. She could see it going with the kilt, but it's not really what she had in mind. "Try it on if you want, but," she roots through the rack, pulling out a solid black argyll jacket. "Try this, too."

He looks back and forth between the two, considering. The tweed might be bit 'old', come to think of it. But he takes it off the rack anyway, not wanting to give up on the idea of it without at least seeing how it looks first.

The argyll jacket does seem much nicer, and he's beginning to think it'd be the better of the two options. Again, however, he won't know until he's wearing it, so he holds out his hand for that before moving off to a small changing area with a mirror next to it.

Shrugging out of his sheepskin vest, he sets it aside so he can try on the tweed jacket. It's all right, he supposes, but something about it doesn't set well with him, and he's not entirely sure what that is. With a small shake of his head, he takes it off, then puts on the argyll jacket. He likes this much better, although it's a little plain looking, with the dark buttons on the cuffs.

"This one's not so bad, but...it needs something, don't ye think? Maybe there's one with some sort of decoration on it."

Rachel watches Jamie as he tries the jackets on, frowning to herself as he tries on the tweed. Fortunately, however, he's pretty quick to take it off-- so any scathing remarks about it that she might have had were held back. And based on his own expressions, he wasn't happy with it anyway.

She does smile a little when he tries on the other, offering a "much better" with a nod. She could tease him a bit more, but she hums instead, as he gives his own thoughts on it. "So we find something bolder," she says, turning back to the rack without waiting for more of his opinion. "It should still be understated. A bit more unique, but not... flashy." She flips through the options, trying to find something better. After a moment, she pulls out a similar one-- but a slightly different cut, more contemporary, and with some silver decoration, largely in the buttons. "How about this?"

((ooc: Lemme know if this is fine!))

The new one brings about a much more positive reaction from Jamie, as he immediately reaches for it with a pleased sounding, "Yes, like that!"

The one he's wearing is quickly removed and replaced by the one Rachel's found, and he looks down at himself, giving the jacket a slight tug as he tests the fit. It's a good one, he thinks, and those silver decorations make it stand out without being too flashy.

After stretching out his arm so he can get a good look at the sleeve, he lifts his head back up and nods. "Aye, this'll do. Unless you've got objections as to how it looks on me now."

(( OOC: That is perfect, actually! ))

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