We will simply have to rebuild your workshop here then. It might not be the same, but something to your likely can be arranged if you want to tinker beyond the walls of the house.
[She was a teenage girl after all, and she needed a space to decorate and go bonkers in outside of that treehouse she kept. He expected she would tinker more now that he had taken over ownership of the forge where metal was more freely available. He was slowly turning his attention to the mines, thinking there could be more ore in there that could be utilized at the forge too.
Still, if the Last Drop could be here, he did wonder about her workshop. There wasn't anywhere like it, of course. It was something to ponder.
He noted her look and didn't put up a fight when it came to the rest of his meal, pushing the plate to her without complaint. He then leaned back in his chair and opened his cigar case to pull one out for a post-meal drag or two. He lit it and enjoyed the smoke in his lungs.]
[ her eyes illuminate when the plate scoots her way, and like she hadn't eaten in weeks, jinx dives in without question. the scent of his cigar had never once bothered his daughter, if anything, the bouquet had become a tranquility of her anxiety. one click of his lighter and a whiff of his smoke, and her muscles instantly eases. sometimes when she is looming in the rafters and her distress flares in the shadows, all it takes is to hear her father suck in a drag for her world to dwindle its jumbled spinning. ]
I dunno. [ she says in a mumble. ] — It's got to be hidden. Thieves and junks.
[There was comfort knowing that she was eating. Sometimes tinkering projects took her attention for hours upon hours, sometimes even spanning into days on end. She was better about it in Aldrip where they made a point of spending dinner times together, which was a routine that he enjoyed and even looked forward to. He knew she was angry with him or thoroughly distracted if she missed this planned time.
He crossed one leg over the other as he settled into watching her finish up the meal.]
As if you wouldn't boobytrap such a place to such an extent that you'd be finding would-be thieves scattered all over the place.
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Date: 2024-05-26 12:26 am (UTC)[She was a teenage girl after all, and she needed a space to decorate and go bonkers in outside of that treehouse she kept. He expected she would tinker more now that he had taken over ownership of the forge where metal was more freely available. He was slowly turning his attention to the mines, thinking there could be more ore in there that could be utilized at the forge too.
Still, if the Last Drop could be here, he did wonder about her workshop. There wasn't anywhere like it, of course. It was something to ponder.
He noted her look and didn't put up a fight when it came to the rest of his meal, pushing the plate to her without complaint. He then leaned back in his chair and opened his cigar case to pull one out for a post-meal drag or two. He lit it and enjoyed the smoke in his lungs.]
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Date: 2024-05-26 01:45 am (UTC)I dunno. [ she says in a mumble. ] — It's got to be hidden. Thieves and junks.
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Date: 2024-05-26 02:48 am (UTC)He crossed one leg over the other as he settled into watching her finish up the meal.]
As if you wouldn't boobytrap such a place to such an extent that you'd be finding would-be thieves scattered all over the place.