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Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Tuesday [08/23].

Truth be told, Amaya was feeling a little frustrated with herself that week, as she meticulously worked on getting some of those bends on the pieces for Liz's crib all hammered out and smoothed up. She figured she really did have at least one good attempt to try and get out of this looming shopping trip left. Obviously, she couldn't just sit back and let it happen, that just clearly wouldn't do, but she was definitely pretty short on ideas.

The whole turning into a rabbit thing was a pretty tough act to follow, really. And short of either 'accidentally' causing herself physical harm or making up some sort of emergency (and lying to get out of it, she decided, was clearly cheating and therefor not an option), she had nothing. She might just have to resign herself to her fate.

Although it wouldn't take much, just a poorly timed slip of the hammer....but that would still just be delaying the inevitable. She'd need something more...final. And an injury would probably just lead Irene to insist on helping more...

...ah, zards, now she was thinking about that slipped hammer for entirely different reasons....

The Forge is open!

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Liz was planning to go for a walk a bit later in the afternoon but she still wanted to stop by and see if she could get some work done on her crib, she figured since she didn’t have classes now she could spend a bit more time that morning doing some work, “hi,” she smiled as she entered, bringing her camera with her so she could take photos of the progress.

When Amaya looked ip from her work, she was a bit flushed from more than just the forge, but, thankfully, it wasn't like you could tell that much of a difference. She blinked a little, not realizing she'd gotten into a bit of a zone there, and shifted her brain out of it.

"Liz," she greeted back with a nod. "Good to see you. Come in for a little more work today?"

Would it be bad to suggest that, if she was going to have an incident with those powers of hers, actually, now would be a great time for it? Why, the paperwork alone could nicely eat up a weekend...

Technically Liz didn’t need much to have an incident, even though she would feel bad about it, especially if she ended up being arrested for it.

“I am, I don’t have classes now since it’s the break so I thought I could get in a bit extra work this morning,” Liz told her.

No need to feel bad if you were doing her a solid by burning up her home and place of business, though, Liz! And Amaya wouldn't even press charges, even if that would, conveniently, add to the Very Necessary, Very Important, Can't Go Shopping To Finish It, Oh Zards paperwork!

But Amaya nodded again, approvingly, always, of extra work.

"Well," she offered, "I'm working on those bends for the base right now as we speak," she held the current one up as if in proof, "but I've still got some refining to do before they're probably ready for the welding. Think you might want to try a few bends yourself?"

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Liz nodded as she tilted her head and looked at the work Amaya was doing.

“I can definitely give it a try and see how I go, I do feel quite focused today," she considered.

"Ah, good!" said Amaya, with a small, encouraging pump of her fist, because at least one of them would be (even if that lessened the likelihood of a trip-ending disaster, zards). "Then let's use that focus to our advantage! Come on over and I'll show you how to get the bends on the block here, and you can give it a try on some of the rods you flattened out last time."

“I can definitely do that,” Liz smiled and she walked over to Amaya so she could see what she needed to do, “I think I should be able to get a bit more work done this week as well,"

"Then between the two of us," Amaya noted with a nod, "we should be well on our way to hopefully welding up the base of the frame by next week."

Barring any oh so unfortunate but very timely fire-related accidents, of course. Maybe. Possibly. You never knew!

Either way, Amaya took a few moments to show Liz what she'd been working on and how she'd managed to get such a precise bend to the piece of metal by, of course, heating it up enough in the forge to make it malleable, and then hammering it against and around the edges of a heavy square block placed on the anvil. "And then you just work on smoothing the edges a bit afterwards," she concluded, "although you can see I'm hammering along the edge of the bend a little bit, too, just to flatten it, round it out a little, dull the edges since I'm sure the last thing you'd want is a nice sharp edge on your corners with a little one bouncing around."

It would definitely be such an unfortunate accident, not to mention kind of ironic if the crib burned down as well.

"I definitely don't want the sharp edges," Liz agreed as she watched Amaya work, "okay, so make sure the edges are dull," she noted. "I think I should be able to follow those steps,"

"Well, then," said Amaya, with a nod, and, setting aside the piece she'd been working on to switch it with one still to be bent, she handed over both hammer and piece of metal out to Liz. "Let's have at it, then. Unless you think you'd like to practice a bit on something else first, to get warmed up. Although, really, at this stage, I wouldn't worry too much about messing these up, I could have more ready in a jiffy if you mess up."

“Well if you don't mind getting more ready if I make a mistake, maybe I should get started on them now?" Liz considered, "get warmed up that way?"

Amaya nodded assuringly. "I don't mind," she said, "it's all yours."

In fact, she'd just go ahead and leave Liz to it at the anvil, then, to go put on some of the music she liked to work by and then to go grab a few more rods to start heating up in the forge so that they were ready for her to work on in a few minutes for a few spares.

There were two anvils, after all.

Even if Amaya still admittedly felt a bit...funny about working at one while someone else worked at the other.

“Then I’ll get to work on it,” Liz smiled as she stepped up to the anvil to get started, she was finding that she definitely getting more comfortable with working with anvil each time that she had a go at it and it didn’t intimidate her as much as it used to.

She got the rod ready and then she began to carefully follow Amaya’s instructions.

And Amaya went ahead to make sure one of the water jugs was close at hand for when Liz figured she'd need it before tending to the back-ups at the forge itself. She wasn't sure if it would better to let the other woman just focus, but, since it was just a warm up, she figured she'd at least do a little due diligence in being sociable before they really both got into their work.

"So, how's everything coming along, then?" she asked. "With the pregnancy and whatnot?"

“It’s … it’s been going well,” Liz told her as she settled in to work, “I had my second check up last week, I’ll get my first look at my daughter next visit,” she smiled softly at that, “I also spoke to Dwight, he’s going to make some furniture for the nursery, some pieces that the baby won’t need to be around as much … less risk that way, he can find some wood that’s more fire resistant,” she told her.

"Ah, well," said Amaya, suddenly feeling the need to put more attention than was strictly necessary into heating up some of those spare rods, "can't go wrong with a few pieces from Dwight, either. Quality work, there. You won't be disappointed."

“I’m going round to his store later this week, he’s got the pieces ready for me to look at before he starts work on them,” Liz told her, “it’s … it still feels a little surreal with how fast this has gone, how much has been done already with getting everything ready,” she admitted, “even though I know there’s still so much more preparation that need to be done before the baby comes,”

"How long've you got?" asked Amaya, who really didn't know how much of any of this sort of thing worked, which she was perfectly fine with, and she planned to pretty much keep it that way, too, despite what several alternate future kidlet weekends would try to tell you.

“I’ve got about six months,” Liz told her with a smile, “I’m due at the beginning of February, which I thought was ages away but now I feel like it’ll be here before I know it,” she admitted.

"Yeah," Amaya murmured a little, trying not to think about how much she'd been thinking lately on how she'd really spent far more time here on this little island than she'd ever had expected to spend just about anywhere, really, "time can be a bit funny like that. But, looked at another way, that's still half a year, that's no small stretch of the calendar, either. Still, better to be pro-active, things do sneak up on you a bit if you're not careful..."

Liz nodded, “I think it also helps me, keeping busy and everything,” she admitted, “if I’m too busy than I don’t have much time for worrying about things,”

Amaya had to snort a little bit at that.

"Yeah," she murmured, pulling out the rod to check the heat and putting it back into the forge for a little bit longer, "I sure know that feeling. But, you know what? Being busy's far more productive than worrying will ever be, I can tell you that much."

“I try not to worry but sometimes I can’t help it,” Liz said softly, as she worked on dulling the edges of her rod and trying to smooth them out, “I think that’s why Dr. Lecter recommended so many projects for me to get involved with, so I don’t spend the whole nine months worrying about everything,” she admitted.

"No such thing as too many projects, if you ask me," said Amaya, with staunch resolve and a firm nod. "I could probably do with quite a few more on my plate, really, if I'm entirely honest."

"How many projects do you usually have at the same time?" Liz asked, rather curious to find out what other work Amaya did in addition to helping her build her crib.

"Two or three is usually the sweet spot," Amaya said after a moment to think about it. "Sometimes it's a bit more, sometimes it's a lot less. Right now, though, it's mostly just the crib here, at least until Dwight throws something my way with some inlay work he's been poking at."

“I was thinking that there could be a few more metal pieces that could be made for the nursery,” Liz considered with a tilt of her head, “I mean once the crib is finished,” she added, “is it a lot, working on so many projects at once?” She had a look around the forge as she tried to imagine it.

"Irene and I did toss sround the idea of some nice fire-proof metal toys at some point," Amaya recalled. "Even made some good designs on some building blocks; I should really dig those back up again.

"And it can be," Amaya allowed, satisfied now with the heat on the rod, so she pulled it out and moved toward the anvil, hammer in hand to start flattening it once she finished talking. "Some'll just fall through the cracks, but you can always swing back around and pick 'em back up again. But I'm in my best form when I'm busy. I can't stand when it's quiet."
Quiet doesn't pay the bills."

“It would be helpful if the quiet could pay the bills,” Liz considered, “even though I’m pretty lucky that my guardian took care of my expenses for me when I moved to Fandom and I’m living with Dr. Lecter now for the time being, it’s still nice to be able to work, especially being able to work with photography,” she added and paused, “I was leaning towards toys as well, it would be safer if she had something that could be fire proof to play with, especially since I don’t know if she will be a pyrokinetic as well,” she nodded, “maybe even a change table? I think that would probably be a good option to build as well,”

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