Even though a tiny part of Hilda had hoped that Wylan would take the bulls by the horns and dive right in, she's more than happy to help out by nudging them in the right direction first.

She relents, but there's a teasing glint in her gaze. "I'll do it on the condition that you pick one outfit yourself after we try a couple on." Regardless of whether or not he agrees, she's already picking out several styles all in hues of darker blues and greens that are slimmer cuts to fit his frame to avoid drowning him in the fabrics.

As she hands them off to the sales assistant and sends Wylan on his way, she busies herself with the provided accessories. Maybe a nice pocket watch? Or a complimenting pocket square that would have a splash of colour?