[ Oh, all of these nods and approving looks. He's truly found his people, hasn't he? Even without the manicure, it feels like Amelia has given him a gift just by introducing him to this place.

He's going to have to remember this floor. His trips back will no doubt be frequent.

They step into the nail salon, and again Winter experiences that brief moment of being overwhelmed. The sheer number of bottles and colors and effects on display is staggering. How is one man to choose?

He snaps out of the initial shock by the time the nail tech addresses him, and he gives her a small nod of greeting, sliding into his seat. ]

Please, call me Winter. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[ He offers over his hands, as bid. There's no shortage of jewelry on his digits, all of it well taken care of, and his nails are much the same, if currently plain. ]

I'm fond of dark colors, personally. My wardrobe is mostly black.