Gayfoprit Work -

The figure was dapper, startlingly so. It wore a waistcoat of changing patterns, trousers that defied gravity, and a cravat so intricately knotted it looked like mathematical art. Its eyes were polished cufflinks, and its smile was a zipper of gold teeth.

Elias reached for his standard black bolt of cloth. But the Gayfoprit—currently disguised as a pincushion—poked him sharply. “Do it,” the spirit seemed to say. “Take the risk.” gayfoprit

As he held it, the spool leaped from his hand, unraveled in mid-air, and wove itself into a standing figure. The figure was dapper, startlingly so

Elias reached for a bolt of deep, midnight-blue velvet, and—for the first time in his life—he cut the pattern on the bias. The figure was dapper

"Something traditional," the Mayor grunted. "Nothing flashy."