- By tomorrow? - Alice looked up from her work, her expression unenthusiastic. - Two thousand and up.
- I understand, rush orders aren't cheap. Thank you, - the Tanarian woman nodded thoughtfully, - I'm afraid it's not something I can afford right now, but I'll keep it in mind for the future. I apologize for wasting your time.
Someday, Alaria thought, she might actually use such a service. But that would depend heavily on her financial situation, and she wasn't in a hurry to make any promises about it. So, if Alice didn't have anything else to say, she headed back towards the Carneol headquarters. Maybe she'd come up with something else. Or, perhaps, she'd find a suitable option in her own wardrobe. Assuming that the need would arise and Her Majesty wouldn't take care of the matter in advance. Common sense suggested that she very well might. But relying solely on intuition would be extremely naive.