Her shadow has poor taste--the dress is beautiful, and attracts the Fool's magpie-like gaze. Finishing up his exchange with the proprietor, the Fool carries his parcel of finely dyed fabric over to Bobby and greets her with a wry smile.

"Your charming hanger-on does not seem to agree with your selection," he observes and gives the shadow phantom a lingering look. Thus far they have been nonthreatening, but one can never be sure of anything where the Dreaming is concerned.