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Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Wednesday

Class yesterday hadn't been a disaster.

... Random ball pit aside, anyway. And Fjord was going to have to spend a bit more time working on figuring out how the Danger Shop worked from here on out, he could tell. That was what he was mulling over as he made his way in to work today, wearing, yes, that ridiculous scarf that Fenris had given him as his one concession that it wasn't exactly summer weather outside.

It was warm in here, and that was what mattered.

There were a few heavy crates waiting for him when he arrived today, and so he wasted no time getting to work, getting them in out of the doorway and finding somewhere out of the way to stack them.

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"'Morning, Fjord." And, of course, there was Amaya coming down into the shop with the usual offering of a mug of coffee, which she handed over and got right into business, as was her way when she had some. "Won't be sticking around much today; you'll be on your own for a bit, since my class got moved over to Wednesday, and good thing, too! Always made me a little nervous, kids handling that equipment first thing on a Monday morning..."

It had turned out to be a baseless worry, really. They were all pretty good about it, and the only one she had to worry about was someone she'd have to worry about regardless of the hour or day.

"Should be enough time to fit in any lessons before I head out, though, unless I've really got something big planned for the day that'll need setting up."

And if it was anything really, really big...well, guess who was likely going to be recruited to help. Go on, guess!

Fjord sent down the crate he'd been hefting with a heavy whump, dusted his hands off, and then turned to accept the mug with a grin and a thankful nod.

"Wednesdays are your teaching days, then?" He smiled a little at that. "That's fine. Any days you don't have time to teach me anything new," and didn't need a hand, "I can always find something to keep busy with. Sharpening dull blades, maybe starting a new project to work on in those off-days. What are you teaching this time around?"

"I think it might be good," Amaya said with a nod, "for you to maybe get started on that second attempt at a sword while I'm out of the shop, help you really get a feel for it all on your own."

Hopefully not burn the place down, but, honestly, if that were to happen, Amaya'd be more likely to turn her suspicions toward the island than toward Fjord.

"I could probably send a few projects down the pipeline, too, here and there. And I'm teaching shop again. Making stuff! Can't go wrong with that. As I always say, if it ain't broke, don't fix it...just make it better! What about yours?"

Huh. Projects down the pipeline? Fjord could appreciate that prospect, definitely. After all, his goal here was to make himself useful.

"Hard to go wrong with making stuff," he agreed easily. "We're not necessarily making things in my class, but I am going to be throwing them at unfamiliar scenarios to see how they find their way out of them." A pause. "While pretending to be other people."

Or entire other species, in most cases. Not something most of them would be able to do outside of the Danger Shop, but it would be a good test of their ability to adapt, wouldn't it?

Now that last bit caused Amaya's head to tilt a little after she finished with her current swig. "Why while pretending to be other people?"

The unfamiliar scenario thing, she'd like to think she'd be pretty good at. But she knew herself to be so rooted in...herself that she had a little trouble imagining she'd be any good at that aspect.

"Never know when you'll need to adapt to uncomfortable circumstances in the moment," Fjord replied. "Thinking about how another person would approach the situation will hopefully get students into the habit of putting themselves in other people's shoes."

... And also because you never knew when you were going to have to pretend to be somebody else. A lot.

"I suppose that's a fair point," said Amaya, after a moment of thinking about it. "Sort of forces you to consider a way that might not otherwise even be in your periphery, let you see a side you might not have otherwise. Could be interesting, at least! These kids are definitely good at thinking their way around a situation in unique ways, I remember that fairly well from my first class here."

"Your first, huh?" Fjord smiled crookedly at that. "Well, now you have me curious what it was you had them thinking around."

"Mostly a lot of traps," Amaya recalled with a snort, "that I'd intended for them to fight their way out of, but they wound up working their way around them instead. For a class called 'Creative Weaponry,' I'm sure I got just as many contraptions for solving problems as I did actual weapons for doing the same. Really impressive stuff, when you get right down to it. I think I might have to return to that for the summer sessions, just to mix it up a little, keep things interesting."

Well, Fjord's class did have two rogues, apparently. He was expecting a lot of thought and not much smash, at least from those two...

"They're intelligent kids," he mused. "That's good. I look forward to seeing how they throw a wrench in my plans for this semester."

If the Danger Shop didn't ruin everything first.

Sigh, a ball pit.

You say that like a ball pit was a bad thing!

"I look forward to hearing about," Amaya said with a grin, "assuming you're willing to share, anyway."

It was supposed to be a pub!

"I'll tell you all about it when you get back from your own classes," he replied dutifully, grinning somewhat. "Worst case scenario, they mess up somewhere along the way, their characters suffer a harmless Danger Shop death, and then they start again as somebody else. Either way, they learn. Win/win."

Fjord was never going to realize that his programming luck this semester was quite possibly going to be in the hands of a cackling higher power with a laptop and a sparkly purple D20.

Kagura wandered in after her class, mostly because she'd been out exploring with Sadaharu.

Which yes, meant that sitting outside, quite visible from the entrance, was a very large dog.

"...do you sell snacks?" she asked, because that's what she wanted right now.

Fjord squinted at Kagura. And then out the door at the large canine. And then he put down the box he was hefting around and shook his head.

"Afraid not," he replied. "This is a forge, not an oven. But I can give you directions to a few places in town that sell pastries and the like, if you want."

Kagura's face scrunched and then she shrugged... and her pinky went to her nose out of habit.

"If you have to," she said. "You don't have marshmallows or anything you can roast in there?"

Her stomach grumbled just on cue.

... Well, Fjord had seen kids stick their fingers in weirder places, he supposed.

"Afraid not," he replied. "I have the last dregs of this morning's coffee, and that's not for customers."

Because he needed that coffee. Needed it.

"...are you going to tell me where I can get food or do I need to sic my dog on you?"

Sadaharu was currently rolling around outside, belly up, playing with two squirrels.

Very menacing, yes.

Fjord tilted his head and squinted at the giant canine for a moment.

"Would he even fit through that door?"

Look, sometimes you had to ask these things.

Kagura looked out the doorway and then back at Fjord.

"Okay probably not but he could still... poop on your doorstep," Kagura said. "You're supposed to find me cute and give me things because I'm a lost little girl."

Fjord... really did not want a dog that size taking a shit on the doorstep, no.

"You could probably throw a rock from here and hit the opposite side of town," he noted, reasonably. "You can't possibly be that lost."

He glanced again at the dog.

"New, though. What kind of food are you in the mood for?"

Well yes, Kagura wasn't even that cute, to be honest, let alone actually lost.

Kagura mulled that over and said "Ochazuke?"

See Fjord. See Fjord look faintly perplexed.

"I have no idea what that is."

Kagura looked annoyed. "Well just tell me where you were going to send me originally!"

"Or else I'll take you outside and Sadaharu really likes lime flavored things so he'll chomp right down on you."

Yes she was implying he was lime flavored.

Look, if you were what you eat, and citrus was a reliable way of fending off scurvy while at sea...

"Lime flavored?"

Fjord wasn't making that connection, alas. He shook his head, and then pointed to the left.

"Across the street and on the corner, there's a diner," he replied, since Luke's was probably the closest place to go for food, here. "I'm pretty sure they'll cook anything there, but I haven't stopped by myself, yet."

"What, don't you eat?" Kagura asked, honestly curious. "Do you root in the ground and live off the sun?"

"Yes," Fjord deadpanned. "Just like a lime."

If she was going to make that comparison, he was absolutely going to fuck with her.

"I knew it!" Kagura said, smiling like she'd figured something out on her own.

But now she was still hungry and also bored. "...okay, thanks, bye Mister Plant-o."

... He'd kind of walked into that one.

"It's Fjord," he replied. "And you're welcome, I guess."

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