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Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Thursday [08/27].

Not that Amaya particularly expected a huge swing in business with the start of the new semester and some fresh faces potentially interested in shiny new weapons next week, but she was always open to the possibility, so this week had been, for the most part, a good week for her to catch up on all her half-finished and half-started projects that had been laying around the shop for a bit.

Which is to say this week had been fairly busy in the forge, since there were a lot of half-finished and half-started projects laying around the shop.

But it kept her busy, it kept her focused, and it gave her an overdue sense of accomplishment to knock out a good handful of projects and clear the roster...

...so she could fill it right back up with more half-finished and half-started projects next week!

It was a cycle.

The Forge is open!

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Let's pretend that conversation a few weeks ago had never happened, and that everything was as it used to be. Perhaps there wasn't even a need to pretend anymore. Seivarden hoped so.

"Need a tea break?" Seivarden called, trying to make herself heard over the voice of the forge.

...what conversation a few weeks ago?

"That," Amaya stated stoutly after a good hit on something that was shaping up to be some sort of crow-bar shaped piece of equipment, and then Amaya lifted it up to inspect it a little before making a few more strikes, "is a topic up for debate. I'd argue that no one ever really needs a break, and you're likely going to insist that I have to."

With that and a faint smirk, she quenched the piece in a bucket with a hiss of steam, and grinned over at Seivarden, setting it aside.

"I'll save you the breath," she said. "What can I do you for, Captain?"

"Have tea with me," Seivarden said firmly. "You do need a break, even if you're going to insist you don't."

"I don't," Amaya predictably insisted, just out of stubbornness at this point, "I haven't even been working that hard," she was all but drenched in sweat, "but I will, if.only to save the trouble.of you lecturing me on why I should. So," her chin lifted loftily after wiping her gloves on her skirt, "you're welcome."

"I'll make some tea, then."

Seivarden grinned and headed towards the stairs.

"Sounds good," Amaya called out after her. "I'll..."

Wait? She looked around the shop for something she could do that wasn't that, spottedvsome daggers, and thought I could get those sharpened up in the time it takes to make tea and set right to it.

Seivarden returned a short while later with two cups, one of which she placed on a table next to Amaya.

"Busy week?"

"Just tying off a few loose ends before we get started on the new semester," Amaya explained, with a grateful nod for the tea before picking it up. "Trying to get to the ones that fell through the cracks a little before anything new comes in. Yours?"

"Not really," Seivarden said. "I suppose I shouldn't complain about some quiet time after last week, and then Summer getting us stuck in prison before that."

Amaya blinked a little at that. "Maybe I really have ~~been shamefully neglected~~ kept my nose to the grindstone a bit too much lately," she noted, "because I either missed that entirely or managed to forget about hearing it. Summer got you stuck in what now?"

"Prison. Because she wanted to save a friend called Mr Pooptbutthole."

Seivarden sipped her tea.

"She had stolen a gun from her grandfather that might possibly get me home."

"Mr--"

Nope, Amaya, just....let's leave that one alone.

"Well," she said, instead, "obviously, you got out, at least. Summer get a chance for more lockpicking, I take it?"

"She did," Seivarden said. "You knew about her lockpicking skills?"

"I had to fix a whole door full of locks because of her lockpicking skills," Amaya pointed out, "remember?"

Or does one forget so easily why Amaya might be starting to wonder if Seivarden hanging out with Summer so much was a good idea.

Seivarden had just managed to forget that unfortunate incident, or at least she told herself that. Which was why she just ignored Amaya's comment.

"Anyway, we got out, but the gun was fake and couldn't open a portal to my universe. Apparently Summer's new friend Barry is going to help her build one."

There was a slight emphasis on 'friend'.

"I think you'd like him by the way. He builds things."

"Just as a long as it's not the same kind of things," Amaya said, with maybe a little bit of a quirked brow to acknowledge that anyway without really acknowledging it. "Business is slow enough as it is without addtional competition."

"Not the same kind of things," Seivarden said. "By the way, I've been meaning to ask you something."

"In that case," said Amaya with a nod, "I look forward to meeting him and maybe even talking a little shop..."

This next part she approached with maybe a little less certainty, though.

"What's on your mind?"

Please let it be directly related to what they were just talking about and therefor about making something and not...wel...Seivarden had been awful big on the talking about things...thing, lately.

You needn't worry, Amaya.

"I've been thinking I really should get around to having a tea party. You'll get an invitation, of course. But I do need a table and some chairs."

There was no way she was going to afford anything in the shops Lucifer had recommended her.

The wave of relief passing over Amaya just then was palpable.

"Tables and chairs I can do," she said, emphatically, especially since this was a fact Seivarden was well aware of on account of that table she had to make when they broke her last one. "Did you have anything in particular, style wise? My work tends to be a little more on the...rustic side, compared to your tastes, I'd say."

"Rustic would suit the apartment," Seivarden said.

As well as asking something from Amaya that was something she had to talk about.

And being affordable.

"Then I'm glad to do it," Amaya confirmed with a nod. "Were you thinking a darker wood or a lighter one? Any particular detailing? How big of a seater are we thinking? And, probably most importantly, when will you need it by?"

"Light wood, subtle detailing, maybe some colour," Seivarden said. "It depends on when you have time. I wouldn't want to have you end up too busy."

Seivarden knew that was a ridiculous thing to say.

So ridiculous it warrented a snort. "Too busy?" Amaya asked. "I don't even know the meaning of the words! Zards, what I wouldn't give to actually be too busy around here for a change!"

Seivarden grinned.

"So finish them when you have the time and I won't bother you about being too busy."

"Aye aye, Captain!" said Amaya, with a crooked grin and a little pump of her fist. "I'll try to be quick about it, though, all the same, as I'm sure you're probably itching to put it to good use. I've already got a few ideas that I think should work out well, might even be able to start getting the materials situated by the end of the day, tomorrow at the latest, and get going on it next week. I don't imagine I'll be overwhelmed with weapons requests from the flush of new students and teachers we'll be getting in this weekend, anyway."

But, zounds, wouldn't it be nice if she was! A girl could dream.

"I don't think they're going to rush to buy flowers either," Seivarden said. "Despite all the flower arrangements I made this weekend. You don't happen to like lilies, do you?"

Just to be clear, not all of her flower arrangements could be interpreted as obscene.

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