"Up here, Speedy." She said before coming down to ground level. "Have you been working out? You're looking rather well."

"I-you-this isn't-how did you-when did you-why yes I suppose I have buffed up a bit" Pietro attempted to cover his shock as he leaned casually against the judy, only to have it fall over on him. He had to speed around to catch it and balance it back again, "err... what chya doing down here?"

Ciara couldn't help but chuckle and give him a quick hug. "I came to admire the work of the man who has made every single piece of clothing I've owned since coming to Genosha... Look at the size of this place! It's huge!" She commented, spinning around to take another look at the place. "Why didn't you ever tell me you were the one who made all my pretty clothes?" She asked.

"uuuhhhhhh" Pietro blinked, not really sure how to react, "me? No-this stuff? Pfft. Yeah right" he waved it off, "I just came down here to err, I was just running around and found this place. It's totally lame, just a bunch of fabric and junk that I wouldn't even know the names of."

"Oh." Ciara sounded a bit sad. "That's too bad. I was all excited to hear you'd be the one to make my princess dress for when I go to Atlantas... I guess I'll have to wait for whoever owns this place to show up... And I was gonna give them a thank you kiss and take them out to dinner... After all it's the least I could do for having them make such wonderful and well fitting clothes for me... Oh, I wonder if this is silk..." She thought out loud, rubbing her fingers along the piece of fabric on the judy.

"Actually it's a carbon fiber/silk blend for a optimal combination of comfort and breathability. The carbon fiber is also laced with minimal metallic substance so Dad can control the movement better." Pietro explained, pausing a moment, "I uh... I talked to the guy who did this stuff... and err..."

"Oh, of course you did..." She reassured him. "This fellow really knows he's stuff. Well, I guess I'll just have to wait till he comes back." She said, sitting on top of one of the cutting tables. "Well it's nice that this fellow is thinking about the wearer so much. I really can't wait to meet him. I hope he comes back soon."

"... you're just gonna sit there and wait?" Pietro asked, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

"Well, what choice do I have? I need this fellow to make me an outfit to impress the King of the Sea. It's really important that we get negotiations moving again," She sighed, playing with her fingers and pouting, "I was excited when I saw you zooming around. I thought you were the one who made all my lovely clothes now I don't know what to expect... And I was gonna take him out and everything.

Maybe I was being too crazy... perhaps a kiss and dinner would be too forward..." She thought outloud, looking rather disappointed.

Pietro shifted anxiously in his spot, "Naww... actually it might not be forward enough. I mean, you don't want him to feel unappreciated or nothing...."

"That's true. I wouldn't want to offend him. I mean." She sighed, "Some of the dresses he's made for me have been so overwhelming pretty. It's become so hard to pick which one of wear out of the bunch. From the draping to the smallest little details... each dress should be put in a museum for everyone to see." Her hands were on both sides of her face as she praised the 'masked' sewer for his talent and skill, remembering her reaction to every single new piece added to her wardrobe.

"And they always fit perfectly and move and flow like a dream..."

Pietro squirmed, glancing back at the outfit he'd been working on and looking around the room. "... Ciara.... Can I tell you a secret?"

Ciara was currently wearing one of the first dresses that had appeared in her closet. It was a simple purple and blue dress.

She smiled, "Ohhh. A secret? Of course you can tell me, Pietro. I won't tell anyone... So what is it?"

"You have to swear, swear by the sacred brotherhood blood in your veins that no one-and I mean no one can find out about this." Pietro stated firmly.

She nodded,getting down from the cutting table and going over to him. "I swear." She said, holding a hand to her chest and the other in the air.

Shifting uncertainly again, the speedster tried to figure out how to say it. Finally he took in a deep breath and blurted it out, "IMAKEALLTHECLOTHESINGENOSHA" he exclaimed before suddenly zipping around the room to show her. First he pointed at the judy he'd been working on, "Magneto-dad, he loves having a touch of metal fibers woven into his cape so he can make it billow whenever he wants a good entrance" he sped over and brought another male judy forward that looked like Remy, "Gambit, did you know he's got exactly one hundred and twenty three pockets in that trenchcoat?"

Grabbing a female judy in white, Pietro plopped it in front of Ciara, "Emma Frost, fine silks and Persian or Egyptian fibers only-and damn she can tell if it isn't. I tried giving her European chiffon once and she made me think I was peeing my pants for a week."
Moving on to another male he smirked evilly, "Summers. he gets a Polyester blend at best-sometimes a wool blend for his summer fighting uniforms"
He gestured to some of the sewing machines, "super powered so they can keep up with me"
"And you" Pietro rounded on Ciara, taking her hand he lead her to a large back room filled with only female judies, all of the same size and a ton of the prettiest fabrics-mostly blue, "Dad gave me a whole section for you."

Ciara was speechless. Eric had let her in on Pietro's secret quite awhile ago but she'd never imagined that he had a whole SECTION of judies just for her. She could feel her cheeks get warm.

"A whole section?...I mean I...I... I don't know what to say... You've made all these clothes just for me.. I...I..." So many judies...

Pietro hesitated, watching her reaction for a moment, "... you hate it don't you?" he deflated, "the colors are all wrong-wrong shade of blue I knew it was the wrong shades of blue" he began tearing fabrics away, "I said blue 145 not blue 154, damnitdamnitdamnit"

Ciara went over, took a hold of both side of his face and planted a kiss just beside his lips and held it for several seconds. "They're beautiful, Pietro. I'm just so overwhelmed at how many judies and dresses you're planning for me...just for me... Thank you, Pietro. I'm glad you're found your passion."

Pietro froze in place, blinking.

Ciara tilted her head, "Pietro?...Are...Are you ok? Oh no, don't tell me I broke you?"

Pietro wrapped his arms around Ciara and hugged her tightly, "Thank you" he replied with a bit of a quieter voice that he rarely used. "anybody else woulda just laughed at me. Even my own dad thinks it's ridiculous I can tell. Thanks Ciara"

She smiled warmly, bumping her head against his. "I think Papa just expected his son to be doing something more manly. I'm sure he's proud of you, just doesn't know how to show it... But I think it's wonderful. It's like what I said back when I was tutoring you, your mind races 100s of times quicker than anyone else's... You do whatever you want as long as you set your mind to it. A construction worker, a rocket scientist, a welder... You could have 7 diplomas in a year if you really wanted to...

And if anyone... ANYONE makes fun of you, I'll beat them up and then you can make their clothes fit wrong in all the right places." She teased, tickling his sides.

Pietro laughed, "alright, alright" he pulled away from her hands, "So, about this whole grand meeting of the king of the sea thing. I'm thinking.... sheer" he stepped back and looked her over before zipping off and returning with a bolt of blue fabric, "blue is your color after all"

She grinned, wrapping her arms around him. " Blue like the ocean <3" She pulled a few pieces of paper out of her purse, "I had some ideas... But I think you'll make fun of my drawing skills." She said, not sure if she should hand them to him. She wasn't very good at drawing. Rather bad in fact.