It's finally done. It had taken him a month or so to gather all the materials and move everything into the room (with the help of Koukol and Herbert). It's complete, now. A huge table for measuring and cutting fabrics. And speaking of fabrics, there are all manner of them leaning against the wall. Most in colours that Alfred would wear, a few things that Herbert would wear.

On the table are several baskets. One filled with ribbon and trim, on filled with all colours of thread, one filled with pincushions and needles and thimbles and whatever Alfred might need to sew by hand. But only if he wants to, since there is a modern sewing machine all set up and ready to be used on a second table. There are yardsticks and tape measures -- Georg had pestered the poor tailor in town for any suggestions as to what the room should have.

And now he's standing in front of the room with Alfred, his hands covering Alfred's eyes. "Promise not to peek until I tell you to?"