[ There's a second of fire in Thomasin's eyes after Church speaks, where it's clear she feels she's being mocked and made small and likes it not one bit -- then she nods and snaps another blanket out, not because she doesn't still feel like she's being mocked, but because if she is, she has to at least hit back! ]
'Tis a fine gown. [ Look, he thinks she's olde timey, the only way to respond appropriately is by upping ye olde ante. ] But no lady of means should wear it bareheaded, surely. And thou already hast such...
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'Tis a fine gown. [ Look, he thinks she's olde timey, the only way to respond appropriately is by upping ye olde ante. ] But no lady of means should wear it bareheaded, surely. And thou already hast such...
... boots.