Discussing the Terms Over Texts

"I like it a lot…" Ayse was taken. "And you've made how many sets?" 

"Seven in total. That includes more boots and spare hats!" Maddy boldly announced. 

Nodding, Ayse had one more question. "Did you end up making me some new eyepatches?" 

"Oh! Yes! How dare I let it slip through my air-tight mind?!"

Maddy dashed to the back and knocked over some boxes. Various bits of supplies and materials spilled out. Till Maddy soon returned with a second box laden with chrome cloth. "My apologies, Master Ayse. But here you are, the new sheaths for your sharp eyes."

Ayse accepted the box. And he stepped down from the stool. "Give me just a moment." 

"B-But– Can we not apply the sheaths here–"

"No we can't," Ayse answered outright. "I only need a moment. This won't take long."

The young outlaw boss entered the changing booth for thirty seconds at most. Ayse exited the curtained booth with a new eyestrap fastened around his head.