A couple of weeks after Fiona's botch wears off (say, the end of January or so in 1227), she pays a call to Rashid the silk weaver.
[color=blue]"May I have a seat?" she asks.
[color=blue]"I want to thank you for the kindness you showed me when I wasn't quite myself last month."
[color=blue]"To that end, I wish to commission a dress from you. I'm sure you know that we, the magi from across France and beyond, will be holding a meeting here this summer, in the middle of June. At this meeting, we will be having a grand ball. I would like you to make me a dress for the ball. I will leave the details up to you, since you're the expert. All I ask is that it be very alluring. I want people, when they see me in the dress, to want to get me out of that dress," she says with a grin.
[color=blue]"How much would you normally charge for such a dress, for someone of my stature?"
She won't even bother to negotiate. When Rashid names his price, she pulls out her purse, counts out his price, and hands it to him. [color=blue]"Here is half. I'll pay the other half when it's finished. And thank you, again."