[She may or may not have grumbled while her nails were painted. She's done just a minute after Winter's and Amelia looks at her purple nails with an expression that can only be described as: 😐]

This will suffice. I'm choosing next time. And you're welcome, Winter.

[The witch studies his hands; while her shade shimmers and color shifts, Winter's looks like smooth obsidian stones with a touch of violet.]

Hm. I think your whole look is complete now.

[The nail tech waves them off, thanking them for their patronage. Amelia will keep looking at her hands wondering what a certain wizard will think.]

Would you like a whole bottle of that color? Though painting it yourself will take practice.