"Only seemed fair," Red replies with a bit of a grin playing at the corners of her mouth. Is it wrong that she's really glad she's getting to spend time with Emma, even with everything? Probably, but it's so good to see a friend. This is the most time they've spent together in God only knows how long.

Okay, she can't help finally giving into the smile, stepping forward so her hands lightly catch Emma's wrists.
"It's not the dress," she starts, before frowning. W--aiiiittt-- "And it's not you!" comes the next rush of words, Red making a face at herself along the lines of shut up, Ruby before trying to stop this from becoming a wreck before she's even managed to say something properly coherent. "It's the time. You could be the most demure and high class lady in the world, and they'd still call you a wench. Taverns are just... taverns."

Way to sell the lifestyle. "We could go in together? Solidarity."