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Fjord was... in a better mood today than he'd been yesterday. Another good night's sleep and another day spent beating his accent back into submission had helped. And besides, he had plans, today.

There was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary about a man who worked at the forge coming in to peruse the stock at the forge, no. And tossing the squirrels a bribe when he waited until Amaya was off teaching so that he could select a delicately detailed sword off the weapons wall and ring it up for himself was easily done. He'd been given more than three seconds to think about something and at least two words of encouragement on the matter, you had better believe a certain civilized somebody was going to be getting an anonymous sword delivered to her door in the dead of night tonight.

With that plan all sorted out and his organization project finally finished, he was settling in to make some work for himself while he waited for Amaya to hand him something new to do. A new dagger, naturally. All the better to distance himself from the anonymous sword today, after all.

And besides, sometimes daggers were just nice to have.

... This one might have been turning out a little on the smallish side, though. Ah well. Maybe someone would get it for their kid or something.

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Wednesday? Check. Coffee? Check. A slight yawn-stifled "Morning, Fjord"? CHECK.

Wednesday at the Forge. As practical and dependable as the people who work there. Most of the time, anyway.

"How've you been?"

"Besides the weekend, not terrible," Fjord replied easily, turning to look her way with a grin.

Ah, dependability. He appreciated that.

"And yourself, Amaya?"

"Besides the weekend," Amaya nearly echoed, because, really, he'd put it pretty succinctly, "not terrible. Though, admittedly, that weekend could have gone a whole lot worse. How'd you manage? I'm sure you and Fenris had yourselves another interesting adventure trying to figure out what's what that morning."

"Well, there wasn't so much a clever escape from the hotel as we spent that morning wandering around town, looking for answers or food. We discovered burritos. I discovered sour cream."

And going by the way his lip curled enough to show just the slightest bit of tusk and his nose wrinkled, he clearly didn't approve.

Amaya had to grin a little at that face, but, really, what would someone expect to feel about something called sour cream? She barely had a culinary bone in her body (and the ones she did were barbecue ribs), and even she knew that was something people usually tried to avoid.

"Not a particularly good discovery, was it?" she ventured, figuring that's generally what you get for venturing away from meats on sticks, really.

"That shit was vile," Fjord replied, that face not going anywhere. "... Salsa's not half bad, though. Managed to chase out most of the flavor of regret, anyway."

Apparently sour cream was the devil, but he could probably just do salsa shots if the mood struck him.

"I'll have to keep that in mind if I ever come across the stuff," Amaya noted, though, honestly,a reaction like that almost made her feel like she'd have to try it. It would, after all, be the bold thing to do.

"I stayed put myself, really," she admitted. "Probably for the best, though not nearly as exciting as sour cream. Only thing I managed to discover was reading through a few books for the second first time."

Which...had actually been really nice and exciting in a different way, if she was honest about it.

"Sounds nice," Fjord offered. "If you're keeping them around, you enjoy them, right?"

So, experiencing something you liked for the first time again didn't sound so bad.

"You're right there," Amaya agreed with a nod. "And I don't crack them open nearly as much as I used to, so it was a nice change of pace. Still glad things are a little back to normal again, though. As much as they can be around here, anyway."

"True enough, that," Fjord agreed. "Not that I mind exploring every now and again, but Fenris and I are lucky the worst of it was the sour fucking cream."

Fjord had feelings about that stuff, apparently.

Despite herself, Amaya had to laugh a little at that. "You really did not like that sour cream," she noted. "But somehow, yeah, I'm thinking, bad as it was, if that's the worse you got, you didn't come out too scathed."

"If cream was meant to be eatn sour, that's how it'd come out of the damn cow," Fjord muttered. In spite of the fact that that was literally not how food worked. "But lessons have been learned. Burritos are fine."

Sour cream was not.

Amaya's mouth opened, she lifted a finger, and she looked just about ready to point out that that was exactly not how food works, but seemed to stop just as the words were about to leave her. She closed her mouth, dropped her hand to her hip, and just sort of squinted at Fjord for a moment.

That one just felt not worth getting into, really, and maybe time for a change of topic.

Maybe just to see how long it took him to get around to sour cream again.

"Burritos are fine," she echoed instead, since that was a point that seemed generally irrefutable. "A quality lesson there. And what do you suppose you'll be occupying yourself with around the shop today, Fjord?"

Anything but sour cream. Some stealth sword purchasing.

"I was thinking of getting back into bladed weapons, if you'd be amenable to letting me give my hand a try at it," he mused. "Try my hand at some daggers, maybe, since those seem to be popular around here."

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