Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Thursday

[built_fjord_tough]

The island had been back to normal for almost long enough that Fjord was starting to very nearly take it for granted, conversations about what the crazy of the week might be next giving way into multiple rounds of, 'are you teaching this semester?' 'no, I am not built for dealing with kids.'

He was... hopeful that he'd gotten all of those conversations out of his system. He really shouldn't be trusted with kids. They freaked him out a little.

But running maintenance on blades, he could do, sanding and sharpening and polishing. The regular, routine crap that needed to get done even if he really wanted to be swinging a hammer some more. And so he settled in to do just that, looking around for anything that might have fallen to the wayside while the summer was trying its damnedest to keep work from happening at all.

Not a bad way to spend a perfectly normal Thursday, really.

[OOC: Open!]

Comments

[special_rabbit]

And it wouldn't be a perfectly normal Thursday without a couple of perfectly normal cups of coffee, now, would it?

Well, mostly normal. The cups and coffee themselves were fine, but Amaya'd had a little bit of an adventure trying to get to them on account of the snapdragons she'd been getting started in the window sill letting her know in no uncertain terms that they were ready to be moved to the greenhouse.

"Morning, Fjord!" she greeted, coming down and passing on over his mug. "How's your week?"

Don't mind the bandages. Her gloves did a good job of hiding the ones on her hands, sure, but one of them got her pretty good there on her shoulder.

[built_fjord_tough]

"Mornin', Amaya!" Fjord turned a little grin her way. "I can't complain. I-"

A beat.

"Shit, did the coffee fight back this morning?"

[special_rabbit]

"No," Amaya answered, with the sort of eager emphasis and smirk that made it sound almost like she'd wished it had, "but my plants did. The snapdragons have matured and are ready to move out."

Pause.

"Of the kitchen and into the greenhouse," she clarified. "And they've got their own...particular way of lettin' you know about it, too."

[built_fjord_tough]

".... That's the most Fandom kinda answer I could've hoped for," Fjord mused, reaching a hand up to scratch idly at his cheek as he took the coffee. "Biters, are they?"

[special_rabbit]

Funny thing about that was, they weren't even from Fandom.

"They're biters," Amaya confirmed with a nod, and maybe a rueful brushing of her own fingers against the bandaged shoulders. "I'm hoping it's just a phase that they'll grow out of, though, especially when they've got more space. They'll have a nice little corner where they won't be bothered too much, that usually mellows them out pretty well."

[built_fjord_tough]

"That somethin' typical of that kinda plant back where you're from? Couldn't hurt to get some armor or somethin' for when you're movin' 'em. Extra padding?"

She sounded like she had experience with that sort of thing.

[special_rabbit]

"Oh, there'll definitely be extra padding when I get to relocating them," Amaya assured Fjord with a nod. "This morning, they just sort of caught me by surprise, is all. But now I know, and they'll have to be pretty clever about it if they think they'll get a few nips on me again."

Then she grinned a little. "They're not too common back where I'm from," she offered, "especially not intentionally in gardens. Most people aren't too keen on keeping up with a plant that bites back, but I think they just make things just that much more interesting."

Because of course she would.

[built_fjord_tough]

"They sound more like pets that way," Fjord mused, and then shrugged. "Ain't nothin' I got any experience with either."

But they'd already established that he didn't have much by way of nurturing skills.

[special_rabbit]

"You know," said Amaya, tilting her head a little and giving a considering sip of her coffee, "I never thought about it like that. But it's not far off. Less shedding that a cat, though," she was still picking cat hair off her sofa, "quieter than a dog...maybe more along the lines of a...much drier fish..."

[built_fjord_tough]

"Only place a fish has is in the water or on my plate," Fjord supplied, helpfully. "Still, around here I'd be surprised if you couldn't find a few people who's appreciate those little snappers you got in the place of somethin' that sheds or shits."

Classy, Fjord.