A/N: Hi! Update!

Because both reviewers last week suggested adding side plots, and I'm feeling inspired today, I decided to go back to Brick and add Tom and Jen.

I promise there will be more of Duncan and the others in the next bit. I might even post it later today, who knows?

I apologize if anyone is OOC. I've never written Tom or Jen before.

Thanks to Bloodylilcorpse and Pokemon FTW for reviewing the last chapter, and for the suggestions.

Enjoy!

Another week passed. Mal and Mike had continued to go wherever they felt like to the discontent of Noah.

Meanwhile, Brick had been busy finishing up his repairs of Mal's clothing when someone new walked into the shop.

"Hi, I'm looking for a job." She had short, bright red hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a red dress.

Brick saluted briefly before getting back to work. "Sorry ma'am, but I am only an apprentice at this fine establishment. I don't think I can help you with employment, but I could call Jen and Tom."

"Sure, if it's ok with them." The girl laughed nervously.

"What's happening up in here?" "Please tell me it's another rich guy wanting to buy our fashion." Jen and Tom strode in, looking so very fashionable. Jen looked at Brick once and wrinkled her nose in disguist. "Brick, ugh! Did you actually wear that to work today?! Go change right now!"

"Yah, we can't have such awful and old fashion stinking up the place." Tom pointed to a room full of actually fashionable clothing.

Brick saluted his two masters, and addressed atom when he spoke. "Apologies, sir, I didn't realize my attire was inappropriate for the work environment. I will change immediately." He hurried off to change.

Jen and Tom now approached the girl. "Who are you? And tell me where you got that dress! It's gorgeous on you." Jen looked her once over. "But it could use some accessories."

"Do you know what this outfit needs to be absolutely gorgeous? A fe-" Tom started.

"For the last time, fezzes are never going to happen."

"Sure they will! They're fabulous."

"Well, I don't think so, and the rest of this town doesn't think so either. You should let it go and focus on the real fashion. The color red- I can so see it being worn everywhere!"

"Um, I wanted to ask if you could give me a job. I used to work at the tavern, but it burnt down-" The girl began to explain.

"Oh, you must work for us! You're going to help make red happen!" Jen grabbed her hand and shook it.

"Welcome, girl, you'll love it." Tom also shook her hand. "Now what do we call out newest fashionista?"

"My name's Zoey."

"No no no, you need a real name. Zoe. I'm calling you Zoe. Yas, you're going to be everywhere." Tom clapped his hands. "It'll be fabulous!"

"Reporting for duty again, sir and ma'am. I've changed into more appropriate attire." Brick saluted. He was now wearing a green waistcoat over a white shirt and black pants. His previous outfit had been too casual by Jen and Tom standards.

"No, no, no! It has to be red. Go, come back when you're really dressed correctly." Jen waved him off.

"My mistake, ma'am." Brick saluted and went back into the storeroom.

"Now, tell us about you, Zoe! We must talk," Jen took her hand again and pulled her gently to a chair.

"Oh, ok! I can sew. I've seen my own clothes for a long time-"

"Oh, tell me you didn't design that dress yourself?" Tom asked.

"Of course. I sewed it too."

Tom and Jen gaped. They were in the presence of, in their most humble opinions, fashion royalty. "Girl, you are too much!" Tom said.

Zoey blushed. "Thanks. It took me awhile to make."

"You're gonna be the talk of the whole country!"

Brick finally walked back in wearing a red waistcoat in place of his green one. He sat down where he had been working previously and continued.

"Oh, what are you working on?" Zoey asked, walking over to him and away from the overly-excited fashion designers.

"Some things for a friend, ma'am. He ripped it all last week and they're coming back again soon to retrieve them."

"They?"

"Oh, he and his brother, ma'am. His brother's a friend of mine."

"Ok. And call me Zoey. Ma'am's so formal." She stuck out her hand.

Brick accepted the handshake then saluted. "Brick McArthur. Welcome to the shop. I'm sure it will be a pleasant experience and we will work well together." He went back to sewing. He then finished off the end of the stitch with a knot and cut the string. He opened up the shirt and looked it over for any mistakes; this shirt was perfect. He smiled. "Mal's gonna love it," he said to himself.

"Is that the guy this stuff is for?" Zoey ran a hand over the cape piled up next to Brick.

"Indeed it is. He's very...peculiar about what he wears, but I do my best. I'm still learning," he explained, extending the shirt out so she could see.

"Wow. You did a good job with it. The seams are all even with no breaks, the hem is straight and not curvy." Zoey noted all the good things she saw, then spied an error. "This sleeve is a bit longer than the other."

"Really? I wouldn't have noticed. Do you think you could fix it for me? I have to get these ready to ship out, if you get it."

Zoey nodded. She got to work measuring, cutting, sewing. Within the hour she was done. And right on time, too.

And Zoey finally enters the story.

Please review, and see you later!:)