[ The man agrees, seeming surprised but not put off by this request; it seems this is the kind of thing that happens regularly, but perhaps not to him personally.
He tells his daughter to mind the front of the shop for him; she cheerfully agrees, and he leads the two Aions into the back of his shop, closing the door behind him.
So what kind of project are we talking about? he asks, leaning at a workbench. Binghe's eyes light on the coffee mug by the carpenter's elbow. ]
A personalised dresser, suitable for a young lady. Nothing overly ornate, but...
[ He catches Kaeya's eye and gives him a meaningful look, the kind that could potentially be taken as communicating something about the dresser. Of course, what it's actually communicating is that he needs Kaeya to draw the man's attention away from that mug... ]
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He tells his daughter to mind the front of the shop for him; she cheerfully agrees, and he leads the two Aions into the back of his shop, closing the door behind him.
So what kind of project are we talking about? he asks, leaning at a workbench. Binghe's eyes light on the coffee mug by the carpenter's elbow. ]
A personalised dresser, suitable for a young lady. Nothing overly ornate, but...
[ He catches Kaeya's eye and gives him a meaningful look, the kind that could potentially be taken as communicating something about the dresser. Of course, what it's actually communicating is that he needs Kaeya to draw the man's attention away from that mug... ]