"I thought they were," Bazzer agreed, though he rarely paid much attention to the style and such of women's dresses. He simply liked them. They were pretty on ladies and that was enough for him. The nice thing about the tailor was that he made sure they were the proper colours for a lady and cut as well, so there was no need to worry about fit or not suiting someone.
"Indeed," he replied, amused as they headed up the stairs, "And I could. Really, simply remaining quiet and if they ask where you're from say that you are from south of the Grace river. If they press, simply say the town is called Chicago," that being where she was really from. "I will admit, geography is not a subject emphasized outside of this area, so most people's grasp of it south of that river is tenuous at best," he led her to her room and opened the closet where five new dresses now hung.