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Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Wednesday [01/01].

Amaya had stayed up late enough to watch that silly ball drop at the end of the day, feeling incredibly disappointed and that it was a waste of a good dramatic moment that the thing didn't just explode when it landed, although the fireworks were a decent consolation prize. She was vageuly wondering who she might be able to write a letter to to make an appeal to fix that for next year, although who even knew if she'd be around next year to appreciate it?

Either way, staying up that late when not elbows-deep in a project was rare, so there was definitely lots and lots and lots of coffee on her workbench that day as well as lots and lots of...vegetables?

Look, yes, new year and all that, but the real take-away Amaya got from the party last night was that yes, she knew how to generate electricity using a potato, and she could challenge her students this year to figure out a way to increase that electricity, but, what if, this whole time, they were really sleeping on a potential other vegetable (or fruit!) that could conduct electricty better than a potato?

It was probably the sort of thing she could just look up on her phone, but where was the fun in that?

Whichever way these experiments ended up going, it was almost guaranteed to be interesting. And probably an eventual mess. But Amaya was hankering for some explosions, now, wasn't she?

The Forge is open!

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Seivarden showed up sometime in the afternoon locking hungover.

"Good morning, Amaya," she greeted, sounding more cheerful than might be expected.

"It's afternoon, Captain," Amaya--who most definitely had bits of eggplant in her hair and was very unaware of that fact at the moment--pointed out, looking up from her work and noting Seivarden's current state with a faint smirk. "Had a good night, did you?"

And that's when, in looking up, she brushed back some of her hair, and discovered the bits of eggplant.

...whoops. They joined swiftly joined the bits of other vegetables and sundry around the worktable and the floor.

"You have eggplant in your hair."

She made a gesture with her hand.

"I went to a party that wasn't too bad."

"Honestly," said Amaya, giving her hair another shake and running a hand through it a few times to dislodge any other particularly stubborn bits, "I'd be a little surprised if it's just the eggplant.

"But, hey," she added. "'Wasn't too bad'! That's pretty high praise." Considering the source, anyway. "Was it that one at the Devil's Nest?" It had seemed pretty fancy, so pretty much right up Seivarden's alley. "Or'd you do something else?"

"Devil's Nest," Seivarden confirmed. "Did you go anyu or were you too busy?"

Skipping parties for an important project seemed like a thing Amaya could do.

She was not wrong! And Amaya had considered leaving the party for a project, but it didn't quite get to let level.

"Nah, I just stuck around Caritas," she said with a dismissive sort of shrug. "A bit more my pace, though a little lacking in the explosions."

Which she'd clearly been making up for today in the shop.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Seivarden looked perfectly serious.

"Has Tisarwat stopped by to talk to you?"

"She has, actually," Amaya remarked, ~~getting her hands ready for the biggest wave ever~~. "Just this Monday. Came in to apologize about everything with the Crumbler and return the knife she borrowed, though she expressed an interest in buying it, which was nice. Then she had about a million and one questions, which, sure, I don't mind, and it's always nice to have someone interested in your work, but that was pretty much a whole day wasted right there, if I'm honest. At least she seemed excited for my class coming up. It's always encouraging to go in knowing they're eager about it, you know?"

Seivarden managed to look completely serious.

"I think she was worried you might be upset with her. Good to hear you two got to talk. Have I told you someone signed me up to teach?"

Amaya blinked a little at that.

"Someone?" she asked, brows lifting slightly. Not that her brain immediately jumped to anyone they both knew that would absolutely do something like that out of spite, or anything, no. "Signed you up to teach what?"

"At first I was going to complain, but then I realized that teaching the kids to be civilized might actually be useful," Seivarden said. "I don't really care who did it, or if it was some paperwork error."

There had been some arguing with the moose before this decision.

Oh, to be a fly on the wall in that conversation!

Amaya just had to snort a little. "Careful, though," she warned, unable to help being a bit amused because she'd just been talking to Beau about this the night before. "You might actually end up enjoying it, too! Welcome to the faculty, at any rate. If you need any help with anything, just let me know. I'm practically a seasoned vet by now!"

That last part was rife with a sort of disbelief over the fact that words like that would ever even leave her mouth.

"Any advice?" Seivarden said. "Before the first class? Any students I should be concerned about?"

"If there are any to be concerned about," Amaya said, after a brief moment to consider, followed by a shrug, "I don't think I've had them myself. Mae can get a little excitable, but I don't imagine you'd be dealing with weapons, so you should be fine if you've got her. Grog usually needs a little guidance with written instructions. And I don't think we've got any current students prone to exploding at the moment, either, but who even knows with the incoming crop. They're good kids, though. You just might need to be a bit...patient."

Was that pause maybe a bit particular and pointed and maybe even worried? A bit, yes. Amaya knew Seivarden was much better about being a bit more...gracious, socially, but you throw a bunch of unpredictable kids into a new situation, and who even knew how it would turn out?

Hopefully something that required popcorn, but it could be a near thing.

"Exploding. Yes."

She had heard about Beaker on radio.

"Well, I've had to deal with a lot of baby Lieutenants, I can't be patient."

She paused.

"I'm sure Tisarwat knows them well, and she says they're a lot more understanding of foreign customs than a lot of the adults. Although most of the ones I've met recently are too, luckily. That's such a relief."

Amaya's expression had no choice but to take a trip toward the wryly amused at Seivarden, who still groused about swords and teabags, complaining that someone might not be more understanding of foreign customs, but she was hardly going to say anything.

And she also wondered how much of that 'more understanding' she referred to had anything to do with a more understanding approach on Seivarden's end than the actual people themselves, but, again, she wasn't saying anything about that, either, it would maybe just make her wry grin gain a touch of pride.

"That's good, then," she said. "I'm sure you'll be fine, either way, and it'll be a good experience for you. I look forward to hearing how it goes."

Amaya really was Seivarden's best friend.

"I'll report back," she said with a grin. "I'll probably start with the basics, like tea and gloves."

"Well, naturally!" said Amaya, with a small laugh, giving her own gloves a little bit of a tug. "Where else would you start? I can't even see how you'd be able to go forward if you didn't have gloves and tea down. Sort of like my class and safety equipment."

Not quite, but she was teasing.

"And where from there? You think you'll have them watch an entertainment every once in a while, too?"

"Oh, definitely. I haven't decided which ones yet," Seivarden said, adding with a grin: "Explosions won't be the most important thing though."

"Well," Amaya snorted, in complete defiance of her earlier statement about safety equipment, "maybe they should be. And maybe they will, if you wind up with an exploding student after all.

"But, no," she added, after a thought, "I suppose they'll likely be the more...." Hmmm, just how did she say boring ones without just straight-up saying boring ones, even though both of them knew perfectly well what Amaya thought about the boring ones? "...socially focused ones?"

"It's not a class about war, how to deal with social situations without making an idiot of themselves is what's important," Seivarden pointed out.

"By the way, there's a sequel to the one we watched last time. I think you might like it."

"Because of the explosions?" Amaya guessed, with a grin.

She was, after all, a simple woman.

"Which, by the way, I don't think I appreciate the implication that dealing with social situations by explosion ends up making an idiot out of a person. I'll have you know I can vouch for them improving social situations on several occasions."

"When?"

Seivarden was genuinely curious.

Amaya gave a faint smile. "Mostly any time where the best direction to take a social situation is," she hitched her thumb over her shoulder, "out. I'll tell you what, there's nothing quite like an unexpectedly exploding pie to just the distraction you need for a good, seamless exit from an awkward conversation."

And hugs.

"You know you have to tell me that story now," Seivarden said. "And please warn me if you're going to start making pie bombs."

"Warn you?" Amaya snorted, shaking her head, with an amused grin. "But that would defeat the whole purpose! I'll have you know, though, that I didn't set any pie bombs myself. That was a happy accident where Wente Fey was too busy running his whiskers about love and friendship or some other such nonsense to notice that he'd gone and scooped in a nice helping of the Hobblepots Mildew Blasting Cleansing Powder into his pie instead of baking soda. And that was the day we discovered to blasted blueberries just as well as mildew. Now, I'm not going to go and ask what he was doing keeping the two of 'em so close together in the first place, but I am going to be grateful that it let me get the heck out of there in all the chaos."

"I'm... not sure that made any sense to me," Seivarden said with an amused snort. "And please let's stick to explosions in entertainments unless there's good reason."

After a brief pause, she added: "You know, hasn't it been a while since we had a movie night at your place?"

Well, now they were talking about explosions of an entirely different nature.

"Bit hard to have a movie night at my place," Amaya noted wryly, "when I haven't exactly been here."

And she certainly wasn't having movie nights with anyone back out in Daventry.

"I might invite you up for one," she added, folding her arms in front of her and regarding Seivarden with something on the edge of a smirk, "but I'd have to warn you. Seems like my tea supply's somehow been greatly depleted in my absence. "

"I can bring some more when I stop by for that movie night," Seivarden said, grinning. "But I felt that making myself a cup of tea while watering the plants was reasonable."

"More than reasonable," Amaya agreed. "Heck, if you consider it payment for your troubles, I think I'm making out pretty good on the deal overall. You got a night in mind? Seems like it'd be nice to get at least one movie night in before the start of the new semester...especially with both of us teaching now, right?"

"We definitely should," Seivarden said. "What about this weekend?"

She would never tell Amaya of course, but she had missed her.

And Amaya would never admit it, but she'd kind of missed...movies.

Well, parts of movies. Mostly the explodey parts.

It wasn't like it was a secret hiw she felt about the mushy parts. But it was good having someone who didn't seem to mind just fast-forwarding past those.

"Pre- or post-welcome picnic, you think?" she asked, though she knew she had a preference, and not just because Friday nights in particular seemed to need the most distraction these days.

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