Concordia (Shabby): Just supply me with the thread. I’ll take care of the rest of it.
Anataeus (Shabby): You’re sure? From thread to complete dress?
Concordia (Shabby): I still know all the suppliers of the Van Tassen raiment. They’ll know what to do.
Clara: This is amounting to quite the production.
Concordia (Shabby): It’s a shame the Van Tassens won’t gain the benefit of this work.
Anataeus (Shabby): A ball gown made of pure gold certainly would have fit well with their sense of style.
Clara: Ah, Frederick... how I wish you could be there to see it.

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Concordia (Shabby): See the thread here? As thin and smooth as silk.
Clara: And you plan to make the entire dress out of this? Quite the bold sartorial statement.
Concordia (Shabby): That’s the plan: to have everyone’s eyes on you.
Clara: A nerve-wracking thought. At the same time, I’m practically bursting with anticipation for it.
Clara: A strange admixture of emotions, I’ll admit...
Concordia (Shabby): You’re stronger than you know, Clara. You’ll do wonderfully. I’m sure of it.
Clara: Concordia... thank you.