I'm working on a project. A design - a prototype for a bit of equipment. And you work with weapons and do metalwork and that sort of thing, don't you?
What I mean is that I would like what I am certain must be your very expert opinion on the subject of making something. Out of metal. For shooting things.
Shall I bring anything other than the schematics and my sunny disposition? [She lowers her voice to the level of conspiracy.] Don't tell anyone, but I have an in with one of the ladies in the kitchen who makes the most heavenly honey biscuits.
Bring enough biscuits and you'll get your equipment for free. [ Free to them, mooching off the Inquisition. Maybe not to the poor souls actually bringing in the materials. ]
But you'll want to keep them wrapped, or we'll discuss away from the forge. Smoke has a way of making even honey biscuits taste like burnt bacon.
[Behold! The true beauty in a meeting of like minds! Let no one say that science and invention must be paid for with sidelong glares and lip curls and endless judgements on the basis of methodology.
(Take that, Messere de Fonce.)]
I'm rather fond of burned bacon, but I take your point. Wrapped they shall be. [And then she can keep her enthusiasm in check no longer:] Oh thank you, Kenna! I'll have all my things together for you in short order. You have no idea how pleased I am. We will be fantastic partners; I feel it in my very soul.
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crystal;
[Hi.]
no subject
[ YES, ANYTHING
except hold on ]
Sorry, that is... what's the proposal?
no subject
What I mean is that I would like what I am certain must be your very expert opinion on the subject of making something. Out of metal. For shooting things.
no subject
[ is that forward. why would that be forward?? ]
no subject
Shall I bring anything other than the schematics and my sunny disposition? [She lowers her voice to the level of conspiracy.] Don't tell anyone, but I have an in with one of the ladies in the kitchen who makes the most heavenly honey biscuits.
no subject
lowering her voice also, ]
Bring enough biscuits and you'll get your equipment for free. [ Free to them, mooching off the Inquisition. Maybe not to the poor souls actually bringing in the materials. ]
But you'll want to keep them wrapped, or we'll discuss away from the forge. Smoke has a way of making even honey biscuits taste like burnt bacon.
no subject
(Take that, Messere de Fonce.)]
I'm rather fond of burned bacon, but I take your point. Wrapped they shall be. [And then she can keep her enthusiasm in check no longer:] Oh thank you, Kenna! I'll have all my things together for you in short order. You have no idea how pleased I am. We will be fantastic partners; I feel it in my very soul.