Benedikta offered to take me to this seamstress she knows but...

[But Benedikta. The last thing Jill would expect from that woman is anything emotional, much less support.]

Do you think I can trust you to tell me the truth if a dress I pick is ill-fitting? Or will you just smile and nod and say that whatever I want will do?

[She's laughing, teasing her little brother like only she can.]