"Your creative process continues to fascinate me, either way," Irene assured her with a little laugh, enjoying the absolute hell out of the blush she could see under that mask, yes. "But, see, that's an idea -- I wouldn't mind wearing armor for a night. I should've thought to commission something with you weeks ago. A Viking shieldmaiden or lady knight, or something. Sexy chainmail. Maybe next year."

For the record, this was the third potential costume for next year that had been floated this evening.

"Or," she noted, dropping her voice as she lightly traced up along the bone gracing Amaya's shoulder, "just for fun, sooner than that."

Just to, you know, plant a few seeds for upcoming holidays, Valentine's Days, long winter nights, et cetera.