Forge

[servant]

"Hello? I don't have to polish this thing, do I?"

Comments

[priscilla]

...I have a machine that changes the temperature of a room and it runs on the mist's... energy and I need to make it snow!

[...]

Not all over the city! Just... around a... well, mansion.

[servant]

Powered by the magic here?

[He sounds interested, thinks about that all by itself before he tries to grasp what she's really saying.]

Uhm...I could probably help if I could see it?

[priscilla]

Um. It's...

[She swings the Forge around and shows the atmosphere adjuster]

...wait, unless you meant in... person. Of course you can see it!

[servant]

So it's science and magic working together.

[Man, Gaius would have a field day over that.]

I'd like to. If it would be all right.

1/3

[priscilla]

Exactly! And... it would more than all right! I--

...I was a little worried about asking you. Because we've had some... disagreements, but last time we spoke I felt a lot better but then I got sidetracked by monsters and elves and...

2/3

[priscilla]

--and it's his anniversary, so I have to... suck it up! I think that's the right term.

[priscilla]

...Isley's, I mean. He's been here for a year. And I wanted to do something for him.

But he has everything he wants, except for snow. And I can't make that happen.

[servant]

To be fair, the monsters and elves were very...sidetracking. [Is that a word? Well it's a word now. Idiomatic.]

You must really care about him to go to such trouble.

[priscilla]

Yes, they... really were.

[She rubs her face.]

I do. ...besides, I know he misses the North.

[servant]

I guess that's something most of us have in common. Missing home.

Uhm. Anyway, I'll do this. For you.

[priscilla]

Mmm. Most, yes. And some have more to go back to than others. Or less.

...thank you, Merlin.