[ Hob looks over and nods with approval. The tailors did a fine job dealing with Otto's specific needs. Hob even brought a few nice pieces back for himself, as well.

He reaches for the bottle of whiskey and takes it upon himself to pour Otto a drink. ]

That's fine work. Luckily, they didn't have me doing any of the actual tailoring.

[ He sets the bottle down and picks up his own glass for a sip. ]

Now, my wife Eleanor, she could sew. She used to crochet all these little bits and bobs just for the hell of it.