She blinked when he went and got the bolt of fabric that she wanted. Her mouth opened, then closed. She was speechless for a moment. Nobody had ever bestowed any kind of gift like that to her. Was he wooing her, she wondered? He said there were no hidden agendas when he offered the gift... well... except for the pies. Then she was fighting a smile. "I shouldn't..." But she would. Ginnie took the soft fabric and decided it would make a fine frock indeed. Then she decided she would buy trimmings. "There is enough fabric here, I can probably make something for grandmother too... Thank you..." She shelled out money for some silver cord, needle and thread, et cetera... She bit her lip and shelled out half the money she came with. She decided she wouldn't mind dating the man... Far be it for her to say that out loud, however. She wouldn't just hand her heart over on a whim, but she would enjoy spending time with him, finding out whether they'd be good for each other or not.