"Oh, there you go," Rosa's look was fondly indulgent, with her smile seeming to only grow the moment she actually looked at Miguel, "being so silly again. You'll do no such thing. What kind of charming wife would I be to my darling husband if I couldn't even make him clothes for the ball tonight?"

With the help of the dog.

Who was, to be fair, being surprisingly calm and quiet and obedient at the moment.

And might wink at Miguel if he happened to look her way.