Alice stretched as she exited the cab, disliking the cramped space. Cabs really were not the best way to get around New York City with the traffic and lovely sights, but her view was being quickly changed by the rising sun. Giving Liza a disapproving look behind the glasses she wore with her disguise. "Frilly dress is but one type and it's not even a type!" The tailor protested. "There's Victorian, Gothic, Lolita, not to mention Edwardian or Colonial." She listed the few that could be considered 'frilly' from the top of her head. Herding Liza into the shop with a single mindedness that was similar to a sheep dog.

Soon the bell chimed as they entered and Alice was gone. Disappeared into the maze of shelves and racks. Every so often Liza would hear a squeal of delight as Alice came across something particularly satisfying. Moving with a dancer's grace from selection to selection the woman picked and preened examining fabrics and ribbons against each other and a variety of sequins. Every so often discarding something with a off putting comment of 'too large', 'too small', 'too far', 'too close' and the one that was most common 'not quite'. If the woman was capable of growing bat like wings to help her speed from selection to selection she would have and the shop would have turned into a tornado of Alice's quest for the right material for the dress she had in mind. For the second she was puzzling over two different fabrics, though both were the same shade of green and had the same general design upon them for all the untrained eye could see.