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Even when the snow hits Itinere overnight, Jill still goes to work and opens The Houndstooth every day. It's right down the street from the apartment she and Lucy share so the commute isn't that rough. Also, she still has the same snow boots she'd wished into existence last year when the snow appeared overnight. So The Houndstooth is open, all manner of sports broadcasting on all the televisions and the food warm and hot.

Jill can usually be found behind the bar serving drinks or busing tables when and employee doesn't make it in or taking food and drinks to tables for the same reason. Occasionally though, she's behind the piano playing a song or two, usually jazzy renditions of rock or pop songs, sometimes she goes into her favorites, songs from the classic era of jazz, originally sung by the likes of Frank Sinatra or Nat King Cole. Whether behind the bar or sitting at the baby grand, she's definitely in her element.

Also, she might have dipped into a candy cane or two and found herself in a great mood, which is definitely not par for the course for Jill.

[ TEXT FOR LUCY ]

Lucy. There are sleigh rides. Actual, legit sleigh rides pulled by horses and everything. This needs to be a thing.

[ TEXT FOR HAWKE ]

What say you and me go shopping and find you some new clothes?

[ TEXT FOR CAM ]

So. You. Me. Same time, same place? Maybe? What do you say?

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what, you dont like my fashion choices? im wounded.

[ it's hard to convey her dry humor over text but she has a feeling jill will get it. if anyone will, she will. ]

Edited (I'M DONE) 2016-12-09 13:30 (UTC)

[ She totally gets it. Funny, Hawke. Funny. ]

I love your fashion choices. But you need some opposite of battle attire. Plus maybe a party outfit. Options are good!

ill have you know, there arent many people i would agree to do this with.

i may regret this if you try to dress me in ruffles.

[ I feel special then. Also, please have a little more faith in me than ruffles. We are not pastries.

Meet you in front of The Houndstooth in half an hour? ]

wouldnt miss it.

and when we're done, we're getting a drink. on me.

I make it a point to never turn down drinks. See you in a few.

It's half an hour later that Jill has changed out of what she wore into work that morning into something more shopping appropriate that smells less like beer and fried foods of The Houndstooth. She steps outside with a bag slung over one shoulder and looks around for Hawke. She doesn't mind waiting for a bit.

Truthfully, she hadn't been sure that Hawke would take her up on her offer. But she thought it would be fun and she's glad there wasn't too much of a protest at the idea. Even if they find nothing, it'll be fun hanging out for awhile.

Hawke is waiting there, though she doesn't look in the least bit bored. She is, of course, wearing her usual Champion's armor rather than anything else, though she glances almost critically at Jill's choice of outfit as her friend steps out.

"You know, I do think I prefer your fashions to Thedosian ones, especially Orlesians."

So this might not be a terrible idea. Really, Hawke isn't expecting a crazy wardrobe change. She's just here for the companionship.

Companionship is a good enough reason and is, in part, Jill's reason for suggesting they do this as well. She doesn't make friends all that easily, not friends as in people who become more than passing acquaintances in any case. Because as a bar tender, she gets to meet a lot of people. Befriending them is more difficult. Everyone likes you if you're refilling their drinks, after all. They don't really have to get to know you for that.

She sees Hawke and offers her a crooked smile as she seems to approve of her outfit. "Thanks. I guess I've gravitated toward boho chic if my style is any one thing. We're gonna find your style today, hopefully. I'm really glad you agreed to come out with me. There was a minute there right after I asked when I wasn't sure you would say yes."

"Someday I'll learn what all of your terminology is and you'll know all of mine," she jokes. Terminology aside, she gets the rest of what Jill said and the point of getting out today. At least on the fashion side.

Her eyebrows shoot up. "What would give you the idea that I would say no? It can't be because I don't have reason to wear much of anything else." The stylish one had always been Bethany. And then Mother during those three years in Hightown. Not Marian. "Besides, you and I have our own adventures. Why would I miss that?"

In its own way, being around Jill is like being around Isabela. She makes that hurt slightly less so.

"I don't know. I thought maybe you might find the idea of clothes shopping frivolous or something." Jill says. "I mean, I didn't grow up with any money so Lucy's parents kind of took me in. They would buy me clothes and stuff. And I guess she and her family got me into fashion. They're really rich and don't think anything about price or how much. But before then, I would have said the same thing - frivolous spending."

Jill shrugs as they start walking down the street, because it isn't like money means anything here - which is actually pretty nice for someone like Jill. "But you don't have to pay for anything here so that's all kind of null and void, I guess."

Hawke considers that for a few seconds. It is a bit frivolous and she can't tell if she doesn't mind anymore because she has all that wealth stacked up from the estate and the Deep Roads or because she's just stopped caring. Did she ever care? Has she turned into one of those prudes from Hightown while she wasn't looking? Thank the Maker she can say she didn't turn Orlesian.

Although, to be fair, wasn't Aveline from Orlesian blood somewhere?

"I grew up in a tiny village called Lothering," she says, deciding to turn over her thoughts with experience. "When that was destroyed by the Blight, my family fled to Kirkwall. For a year we lived in Lowtown, the slums. The only thing lower was the elven alienage. But I was able to buy back my family's title and our estate. I suppose it's like you. Starting from nothing and ending up with so much that it practically doesn't matter anymore."

But it sort of still does in a way. You never know when you might need a gold coin or two.

"As long as I have enough coin to pay for someone's freedom--" She means that very literally in many ways. "--I don't think it's that bad a thing at all." Besides, buying clothes means better equipment, so why not?

Yeah, it will always matter. Jill can be very money conscious. Lucy talks her into things anyway because she's Lucy. But because of her background, like Hawke, Jill is always thinking about money back home. She worries about frivolous things and whether she should spend money on them or not. To Lucy, the answer to that is always yes.

"Yeah, it's... I mean a lot of people don't understand what it's like to grow up really poor. Or to have no home at all. My parents lost their house and eventually got a trailer. But they spent all their money on drugs so I never saw any of it. But now... I mean Lucy and her family are the best thing that ever happened to me. Even then, Lucy will never understand being poor and having nothing. I kind of love that about her though. She's full of hope."

Jill pauses at the door to a random clothing shop and pulls it open for Hawke before following her inside. "I think it's cool that you were eventually able to buy back your title and estate though - or that you had an estate to buy back. Is it a castle or...? And what's your title?"

Hawke and her brother had been passed off into servitude for a year in order to pay their uncle's debt so they could be allowed into the city at all. Kirkwall wasn't exactly known for its hospitality during the Blight or after and refugees were turned away by the boat-full. They had been lucky there were strings to pull at all, but Hawke never really forgave her uncle for breaking her mother's heart like that.

"She sounds like a good person. Good for you," Hawke comments, watching carefully. Like Isabela is good for her. "Uncle Gamlen always had lots of gambling debts. I think he used it to cope and that never went well." At least her coping mechanisms actually do something less destructive than his.

"No, it's just a building. Kirkwall isn't large enough to have land with your estate. Just a very large and decorated house. Ours had our family crest outside and in. Our title is more... understood. People sometimes called Mother 'Mistress Amell' or 'Mistress Hawke,' but a lot of them had known her growing up. She was supposed to marry some Orlesian noble, but she eloped and ran off with an apostate mage instead."

By now Hawke has told Jill enough that she should be able to figure out just what kind of a scandal that was. Enough that her parents had cut her off until their deaths and until Hawke and Carver found their grandparents' will in the basement of the estate, Leandra had thought they'd died hating her. Everyone except Uncle Gamlen was relieved to find out otherwise.

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