"Actually, you could. What do you think?" Lyria asked, glancing at Eloise and then at Fu Xing, whose expression was partially obscured by the drifting smoke of her pipe.
Eloise nodded. "I agree." Fu Xing gave a silent, firm nod of approval.
"Since that is decided, what remains are the money, manpower, and resources," Eloise said, pulling out her Clawtab to begin outlining their business plan.
"Concerning resources, I already have a source. I'm just not sure if Fu Xing can help us secure a steady supply of the unique fabrics she gave me for her clothing line," Lyria added.
"Consider it done. What else?" Fu Xing replied simply.
"The looms, Lyria we'll need to manufacture more," Tessa reminded her, drawing inquisitive gazes from Fu Xing and Eloise.
Lyria slapped her forehead. "I completely forgot about that! Thanks for the reminder..."
