>"Let me get that." Jac says handing the old woman a small piece object,
>"Sian, my card."

Mira starts to shake her head and open her mouth to object...

>As she looks at it, Mira sees that is is a small rectangular card made
>from a thick paper stock.
>
>The old woman's expression changes from friendly, but shrewd, to almost
>reverence, "Oh, Lord JaCarter! It will be my pleasure to have the item
>shipped to your friend's ship."
>
>Bowing she backs away taking the clock and starting to wrap it, "Yes, my
>lord. I'll see to it immediately."

"Jac!" Mira says, "Haven't you spoiled me enough already?"

Her mind is sort of reeling on the other hand. She might be used to the 
sorts of shops he'd take her to, courtesy of her mother, but that sort of 
reaction, the reality of being with nobility sort of sunk in for the first 
time. She shuddered subconsciously at the though of the fits of ecstasy her 
mother would go into if she could somehow watch her through this day. Her 
mother instilled just enough savvy that she pulls herself into an air of 'I 
belong here', remaining relaxed and poised. She'd marvel at how later.

Mira