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Amun raised his eyebrows at Oliver's question. Then the potter frowned a bit. "Why not just make the sign out of nails? Use them to make a pattern, or words." It was the sort of artsy creativity he'd never really employed, but that he knew was popular with others.
At the blacksmith's offer, the Ascended nodded carefully. Somehow, he managed to muster up a smile, though it looked a bit forced. "Thanks. Alcohol doesn't do anything for me though." Slipping his hands back into his pockets, he shrugged. "I imagine things will get quite busy with LongNight preparations once Deepfrost finally rolls around." He sounded more annoyed than anything else at the mention of that horrifying time.
At the blacksmith's offer, the Ascended nodded carefully. Somehow, he managed to muster up a smile, though it looked a bit forced. "Thanks. Alcohol doesn't do anything for me though." Slipping his hands back into his pockets, he shrugged. "I imagine things will get quite busy with LongNight preparations once Deepfrost finally rolls around." He sounded more annoyed than anything else at the mention of that horrifying time.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
