"You're lucky he's not asking for a flannel suit." Phil can tell Leah's in the creative stages and she'll need time now. A suit isn't made in a couple of hours even from someone who's sewn and tailored their entire life like Leah.

"I'd throw him out." She considers Clint for a moment. "Though he could do well in a kilt."

"Let's go with two options," he says glancing only once at Clint to make sure that works for him. "Something that's bold and one that's more subdued. How long do you think it'll take before he can come back for the final fitting?"

Leah looks up from her sketching and stares at them for a moment. Phil knows she's going through her calendar and current workload in her head. "For you, Phillip? I'll make it in a week."

"Don't strain yourself."

She waves a hand. "I can tell this is important. A week."

Phil nods. "If you've got any last minute requests, Clint, I'd make them now. She'll be too busy for us in a few minutes."

Which was fine. They'd spent enough time here and two suits was originally more than they planned. It's been a learning experience, he's certain.