[It was all gray, and somehow Waver found himself both surprised and oddly comforted by this. Unsurprised because Palamedes seemed as single minded as he was about study and didn't seem to need to worry about the levels of politicking that were common within the Mage's Association; comforted because the oddly drab color reminded him of the shy but eager girl he had whisked away from the English countryside and a terrible fate who preferred people to just call her...

Gray.

He chuckled despite himself, almost hearing her clear voice calling out from his memory. "Sir! You need to make sure to bring a coat along today. The radio says it's going to rain!"

... It was the little things that he missed about his London. ]

This is as good a place as any to start, [he commented, already looking for something soft with a nice knit pattern. Color would be figured out later. ] and we'll cross the lighting problem when we get there. The apartment is in a basement, but I've got my methods.

[They were simple methods, like all of his craft. A strategically placed trinket, embellished with alchemy or his own mana, would certainly help.

Picking out a sweater, he peered at Palamedes from between the racks.]

You should get yourself something a little heavier. The night wind in this season can be cooler than you would think.