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Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Wednesday [10/27].

When she wasn't having kids build seige weapons and flinging gourds into the great wild yonder, Amaya had been, of course, hard at work, and the results of that hard work had her bringing out the sandwich board again, neatly writing out a sign, and setting it outside the shop to garner everyone's attention as they passed by, hopefully After all, she'd gotten more than a few compliments on her mask at that party last week, and being able to turn a compliment into a business opportunity was definitely something Amaya prided herself on:

Homecoming 2021!
Monster Mash Mask Bash!

Don't be caught DEAD in any old mask!

Get yourself a custom-made metal creation from
BLACKSTONE FOUNDRY AND FORGE!

Unique designs! Surprisingly lightweight!
NOT SHARP!

There's still time!
Put in your order TODAY!

Satisfied with the advertisement (especially the pun, don't even), Amaya head back into the shop, where she had been trying to figure out the best way to arrange the practice dummies to better show off examples of the masks she was selling, because they were all wearing them now, which was a nice juxtoposition with the ones that still had a few daggers or throwing stars or arrows still stuck in them.

The Forge is open!

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Dwight was walking down the street with an oversized duffle bag slung over his shoulder. The walk from his shop wasn't too long of one and while the bag over his shoulder was a bit on the heavy side, it wasn't totally unmanageable.

A short time later he was standing outside the forge, a smile on his face as he read the sign Amaya had set out. Walking in he called out with a wave.

"Hey Amaya! How's it going?"

"Well, hey, there, Dwight," said Amaya, looking up from where she'd been focused on carefully weaving some gaue through the gaps in a small mask that was gearing up to be clearly inspired for a whole mummy ensemble. "No complaints! Hope it stays that way, too!"

And, of course, by now, she'd clocked the heavy back over his shoulder, and it very firmly took a grip on her intrigue.

"What's that you got there?"

"Oh I am sure with that kind of advertising" he said with a nod towards the sign outside "you are going to have plenty to do. But hopefully the mad rush waits until I can at least show you these."

Dwight walked over and set the bag down on one of the miraculously clear tables and slowly pulled the zipper open with a slight grin as he paused for a moment for dramatic effect.

"Got those first few prototypes done for the boxes I've been working on . Wanted to get your thoughts on them and see if you like them so far."

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Zounds, what Amaya wouldn't give for a rush like that! But for now, all that dramatic presentation managed to lock her interest in pretty tight, and once the boxes were revealed, Amaya didn't exactly let out an appreciative ooooh, but her expression looked like it was working up toward it.

"You know," she said, after a moment, of picking up a box and looking it over, giving the wood a light knock with her knuckles and then boldly taking a peek inside, "I'm thinking these look pretty great, Dwight, only they're missing one key thing..."

She trailed off conspiratorially, because she wasn't about to let him have a monopoly on the dramatics!

"And what might that be?" Dwight asked as he picked up one of the boxes himself and gave it a once over again.

He looked at Amaya expectantly. He had an idea of what she was going to say, but he was not about to ruin this little back and forth they had going.

Amaya indulged in just a little more inspection before offering out her answer in an overly thoughtful tone.

"I'm thinking....what these really need...is a shiny new display case for them to go into!

"Now where in the world could I find someone who could put together something like that?"

"Hummm.... that is a tough one" Dwight mused, putting on a show of thinking quite intently for a moment. "I'm sure I can find someone with the skills and know-how to put something together. Or, I guess I could always come up with something.... given the right motivation" he added with a smirk.

"Oh, well," Amaya mused right back, "I think there might be more than a few shiny gold pieces"--or modern monetary equivalent, rather, "--in it for you, if you think you might be up to the task. Or no one else manages to come to mind!"

"Ya know what? I bet I can come up with something" Dwight chuckled, giving Amaya a quick wink.

Because, there was never too many projects to have going on and no such thing as too much work. Which Dwight knew was a lie... but shhhh don't mess up his coping mechanism.

"Where would you want it set up?"

Well, Amaya honestly didn't know what to do with a wink thrown into the situation, enough so that it took her back and out of it a little. She shook her head, told herself it was nothing, maybe Dwight had just gotten a speck of dust or sawdust or a metal shaving in his eye. Stars only knew, there was plenty of that going around in an active shop like hers!

And dismissing it just gave her an excuse to focus even harder on the new task at hand.

"Actually," she said, "now that I think about it, maybe the whole main counter could use a nice facelift. After all, it's been a few years that it's been around. Maybe extend it put a little, or wrap it around? Outfit it with some nice displays underneath and on top, get a better use out of that space. I can probably get you a sketch of what I have in mind in a few days or two, depending on if that mask thing kicks off or not, and we can go from there."

A pause of sudden uncertainty as technical breakdowns didn't quite chase away the awkwardness as well as she'd hoped.

"Erm. If you think yoi'd have the time, anyway."

Wasn't he also working on some renovations over at Irene's shop? And since she'd still failed to follow through on dropping in sometime, who even knew how those were coming along?

Stark, seeing the sign outside the forge while walking, was reminded that he had been considering looking for a backup for a very specific sort of mask for quite some time. Nearly a year, actually. Ever since his had been carried off by raccoons last Halloween.

"I didn't know you made masks," he said as he entered the shop.

"It's a brand new enterprise!" Amaya informed him proudly. "Felt a little inspired," aka she realized there might actually be a market in it, "after last weekend's party!"

She gave him a bit of a grin.

"How've you been, Stark? Can't imagine why you might be interested in something like that..."

And this was her mentally kicking herself for not discovering this untapped market with a potential customer built right in sooner!

"There were a lot of masks there," Stark said with a small smile. "I wasn't the only one, for once. I was wondering...I lost mine, last year, after Halloween when I wasn't myself and the raccoons took it and... do you think you could make another? A spare? In case something happened."

Or in case some of his friends finally got around to bedazzling the Banik.

Oh Amaya, you were probably the only person he had ever known who would come that undone and get that flustered over a simple wink. It was kind of adorable actually, which was a funny way to describe it but Dwight couldn't think of any other way to describe it as he stood there and listened to that rambling monologue.

When she was finally done Dwight gave her a nod.

"I've got the time Amaya, no worries. Aside from a few personal projects of my own the only other big thing I have is the work at Irene's and that's been a bit slow here lately. You get me any sketches or ideas you have whenever you are able. I can start getting some things together so I'm ready to go whenever you want. Just let me get some measurements today since I will need to bring things here to work on partly if we are going full scale upgrade with this thing" Dwight said with a grin he hoped would make Amaya feel less awkward rather than more on edge.

It really was a shame, actually, that those friends had yet to properly bedazzle the Banik.

And Amaya's grin grew, as she heard the words she was hoping would come out of Stark's mouth the moment he came in.

"Oh, I'm sure I could," she assured him. "Doesn't even look that complex! Unless, of course, you were looking to do something special, and, even then, I'm always looking for a good challenge."

Wink? What wink? There had clearly been something in Dwight's eye, and Amaya was now determined not to let anyone tell her otherwise!

"Sounds like a plan!" she said, throwing in a resolute pump of her fist for good measure. "Let me just wheel the practice dummies out of the way so you've got space to work...we could probably make it a little longer, too, while we're at it, on this side, closer to the stairs..."

Dwight nodded and turned his attention back to the bag and pulled out the tape measure and a pad of paper. Did he take a little longer than necessary rummaging through the bag? Maybe. But that was no one's business but his own. And Amaya if she picked up on it at all....

"I'm sure we can work that into the plans" Dwight assured her. "I mean I did help build the house I was living in back in Haven. So I'm sure we can handle whatever happens here" he said with a wave of the hand around the forge and shop. Course, as soon as he said that, Dwight hoped he wasn't going to end up regretting it.

There were some traditionally sparkly winter holidays coming up that might offer prime bedazzling opportunities...

"It's not complicated, no." Stark shook his head. "And it needn't be fancy. It just needs to fit properly. Fit comfortably."

Amaya nodded. Those were incredibly reasonable margins to meet.

But before she got into what she would need for that, there were a few more bigger picture questions she could think of.

"Any particular kind of metal? What's the one you've got now made of?"

"I'm not entirely sure what this one is," Stark said a little apologetically, reaching up to trace a finger along the edge of the mask. By which he meant he had no idea at all.

"It's fairly light." Which was a good thing.

If Amaya were to notice any undue dawdling with the contents of the bag, she very clearly would have simply chalked it up to Dwight seeing if he had anything in there to help out with that off eye of his...

"And," she said, "failing that, I'm sure there's nothing you can do here that I couldn't fix myself, if need be, considering I built the very building we're standing in now! Or, well, me and my class did, made it into a summer workshop one year! With a little help from contractors to deal with the real nitty-gritty like the plumbing and electric.

"'Cept the greenhouse upstairs," she added after a small beat. "That was all me. I work with glass even less than I work with wood, really, but I think I did alright! No leaks, anyway, and, even if there were,I doubt the plants would mind that too terribly anyway!"

Amaya bit her lip for a moment, but, well, she'd probably have to ask this eventually, anyway, if she was going to get good enough measurements to make sure it fit...and comfortably, besides.

Just seemed kind of, well...a bit personal to do so, since you never really saw Stark without that mask...

"May I...see it?" she ventured, holding out an uncertain hand.

"You and your class did an excellent job" Dwight said sincerely as he looked around again, paying a little more attention to everything. "Very impressive, Amaya, really. You have quite the talent for building things that for sure."

Dwight paused a moment as he glanced up to the ceiling as Amaya mentioned the upstairs. "You have a greenhouse upstairs? That is... really cool. I've made a few things with glass- window displays, cases, and a few other pieces here and there. But never anything as major as a greenhouse. Bet you have quite the jungle up there."

"It would be hard to copy it if I didn't let you have a closer look," Stark said, nodding slightly as he unsure the buckle at his neck. "I don't take it off for long, usually, if I can help it. It's hard to leave it off. I... leak. But you can see it. Of course you can see it."

Amaya had never given any indication that she couldn't be trusted with such a thing. He wasn't entirely sure how she'd react to half of his face being a mass of light but it seemed like it would be fine. He just rarely removed the mask entirely with anyone else around. There was currently one notable exception to that rule, of course.

"Here," he said, holding out the mask after carefully removing it.

Amaya was just going to take a moment to preen over her accomplishments before giving a firm nod. "There's always interesting things to add to it," she said. "Lately, it's been sort of an interesting place for the lobsters to explore, really. But that was one thing, when I moved here, that I knew I was going to really miss, my gardening. First place I had had enough of a bit of land up front to plant a few things, but once I got this place? Forget about it! So I just figured out a solution to take care of it. Not that I needed all that space up there for myself, anyway."

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