[Private] Penny For Your Thought

The sound of the Ogre's motorcycle pulling into the parking lot is followed moments later by the Ogre herself, helmet tucked under one arm and moto jacket unzipped over a band-T. She walks into the dive, clearing the door and making a quick scan of the room before finding where Rowan is seated. She crosses the room and pulls out the chair opposite his, easing herself down into it. "Hey, Rowan. How's the studying going?" Noticing the state of the table's surface, she pulls over another chair and sets her helmet down on that instead.

If there’s any indication that Rowan’s smalltalk is just for show and he’s eager to get to business, Wayland misses it. She tries to take people at their word, anyway. Most of the time. When he tells her the good news about his education, she smiles, a sliver of sharp teeth showing between her lips, “That’s great. Congratulations.” Since his enthusiasm seems so bland though, she leaves it at that.

At his inquiry, she nods, mostly to herself, “I’ve been doing pretty well. Getting more involved in the community,” that sounds like a positive thing from her tone. “I’ve had some challenges, but it’s mostly turned out okay. And I’ve been thinking about expanding my workshop. The zoning is a little thorny,” a hint that she’s talking about a Hollow, “But it might be worth putting the time in.”

“Hey, that’s great man,” the Ogre says with sincerity, though she also tries to keep a casual affect. “I’m glad you’re getting stuff out of it that’s,” there’s a brief pause as she considers how to word this. Don’t want to be patronizing, and don’t want to assume anything, “Helping you make your life better.” There, that’ll have to do. She reins herself in from asking the natural follow-up questions. (Like; how does a Changeling even get therapy without inappropriate revelations?) It sounds like a subject that therapy-goers should get to control, get to decide to what extent they want to talk about it.

“Building out the shop is still in the ‘idea’ phase,” she goes on. “I set it up myself, and it shows. But I dunno, it could be good to get another perspective on it.” She stares into space with a pensive expression for a moment, then takes in a deep breath and shrugs. “Not that I don’t have plenty to keep me busy. Speaking of which; should we talk about your order?”

Wayland blinks a little as the spoons evidently say something to Rowan. She’s described steel singing to her before, but that’s a metaphor, metal doesn’t usually talk to her in words. But Changelings are strange folk all over, and who’s she to say that he’s not hearing something she isn’t?

“Well that depends on a lot of things,” she answers him after a beat of silence. “Mostly what kind of coin you’re after. The size, the shape, the weight. Can you tell me more about what you’re hoping for from the end-product?”

"Hmm," she looks again at the spoons. "Assuming those are solid, I can probably make you four coins around that size using the silver of the two of them together." She looks back up towards his face, "Does it need to be silver from those spoons specifically? And what do you want these coins to look like?"

"Hmm?" She blinks as the subject switches back to therapy for a moment. "Oh! Sorry," she raises one hand, using her index finger to make a circular motion in the air beside her temple, "My brain's in work mode." She lowers her hand, "So, you want me to melt down these spoons and make a few coins, and you don't care what they look like. Alright, I can do that. Won't even take me an hour."

She pauses, head tilting slightly, "Hey it's alright if you don't want to tell me, I'll still take the order, but what do you need hand-minted silver drachma-like coins for?"

That response is met with a pensive expression. "Huh," Wayland says, then nods, "Alright, fair enough. Well like I said, this is quick work for me. I can get them to you by tomorrow. If you need more in the future, I order in silver for jewelry all the time. Could save you from raiding the cutlery drawer, if you wanted."