As Veneer inspected the neatly wrapped garments, you stood in the corner as instructed. "You there, RosyEggy," he snapped his fingers, glancing up with a slight pout. Despite consistently mispronouncing your name, he addressed you in a completely different manner. "Go and return this to the designers. There's hardly any shine to it," he instructed, rising and strolling around – his typical demeanor, though he's generally friendly, at least with you.

"Also, clear up my schedule, sweetheart," he added, sifting through makeup supplies. "And pick up seven more makeup kits," he casually mentioned, extracting his card without concern. Despite not showing it often, he values your presence, entrusting you with personal secrets.