Tailored To Suit

[Percival Lockheed]

If they were back at the manor it would be different. Percival could simply take some food to a different room and eat. Still, he wouldn't feel right eating without Pearce eating as well. And he certainly wouldn't be one to force his cousin to eat. Instead he ignored the small hunger pang knowing it would subside eventually.

Hearing the confusion in his cousins voice Percival raised a brow curiously. "A specific shop?" His eyes scanned the stalls and stores around them. The people walking in and out, laughing and talking. Had there been a shop his cousin had mentioned? Not that he could recall.

"Well, until you remember why don't we stop in here?" He motioned to a store that seemed to sell candle and small wax figurines.

[Pearce Lockheed]

It was a miracle he put up with Zander chiding him, let alone Heather. He was a Marquis! A prominent and wealthy nobleman who was entirely in charge of his home and family and business...and he let two commoners coerce him into doing things? Admittedly those things were good for him and he knew it. And ultimately he didn't care too much who they were because they were friends. That mattered more to him considering he didn't have many of those growing up. Pearce had always known people were good, despite his father's attempts to show him the contrary. He had also always known he liked people.

He had just had the idea too! It bothered him immensely. Something his cousin had just been talking about. Food...dancing...music...children... Pesrce knew it would come back to him eventually, but it wasn't really lile him to be so forgetful. Avoid saying things, certainly, but not remember...hmm. It flustered him quite a bit but in a removed sort of way...

Maybe he had had a little too much tea? Oh well.

"Sure," he said, letting Percival lead the way inside. The place smelled quite lovely, even despite the numerous scents fighting for attention. That was when he remembered. There was a very specific type of carpenter nearby that had not nearly enoufh business, economy being what it was. Pearce wasn't sure what to call a crafter of instruments but he was hopeful it might spark his younger cousin's interest. But he kept the thought to himself for now, inspecting some of the more floral scented candles.