"Not reveiling?"
She rolls her eyes before pulling off the robe, reveiling an obviously edited GRP uniform, turning it into a half shirt and mini skirt
"Now this is either somebody's idea of a joke, or you have a man as the person who designs these things."
"The uniforms are standard, your cloak and that... monstrosity aren't. Who designs the uniform doesn't matter. All that matters is that you wear the correct one when on duty," she said.
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brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.
"Ask one of the waitresses. They got a few spare one in the back in case stuff like this happens." He stated as he turned his glare from the woman. At that moment, a waitress came up, saw Gerald was staring, and with a huff, tossed the cup of coffee at him and stormed away.
Gerald caught it as it spilled a quarter of its contents, but sipped it anyways. "Oh yeah, that's the waitress I was talking about befor-" He stopped before he said too much.