The part-time metal-mage lifts his foot from the pedal of the auto-spooler, and only then looks up to find the madly grinning face of a young girl staring back at him. "Hey," he replies distantly, then begins his task at a slower pace once more. The girl is Mariette S'aller. Her mother is his customer--he sells her product, she fastens whatever he sells to people. Mariette, she's often the one who comes down to place orders by person, and just as often runs through the warehouse in search of him to speak to him herself. She's a cute girl, with dark hair and skin, but she's way too young for him. Never the less, she flirts naievely with him whenever she gets the chance.

"Hey, where're your flits?" She cranes her head around, hoping to find the little beasts somewhere nearby. The little green and white, normally they're as anti-social as flits get, but it's as though this particular young woman has a kind of magic with them... she's already got her hand in a little satchel, ready to feed them. As if on cue, Ty, the green, swoops out of no where and perches on the girl's shoulder, demanding loudly to be fed. Giggling, Mariette pops a piece of preserved meat in her mouth, and finally then smiles widely up at Piotrich.

"You spoil them," he says over his shoulder, as his reel comes to an end and he turns to get a pair of huge cutters to finish the roll. He's kidding, of course... though Mariette sticks her tongue out at his back and pops another piece into the gaping mouth on her shoulder.

"Oh!" She finally says with a start, her voice so sudden that Ty squawks, leaps into the air, and vanishes in fright. "Woops, sorry..." She says without much apology in her voice. Piotrich grins and shakes his head at her, the metal filigree embedded in his cheeks moving as if it were simply gel. Mariette, looking a little giddy, attempts to put on an air of mystery, but fails miserably. "Guess what?" She says, in a voice that sounds as though it's just barely covering a squeel.

Piotrich doesn't stop his work as he replies with the customary, "What?"

"Elise--my friend--and I, we're going.... off world! With Deborah Falken! To bond dragons!" She stands there, out of place in the great warehouse with her bright clothes and barely contained excitement, and waits for his reaction.

He pauses. "Why don't you find a dragon here to bond?"

"These other dragons are different! They're cooler! They're all different kinds and sizes, and they're more exciting... you could come with us!"

Piotrich snorts and goes back to working. As if he could up and leave his job like she could hers. Unlike her, he doesn't work for his parents. Unlike her, he isn't so well off. "Have fun, then?" He asks, not feeling particularly sympathetic to her excitement. He still has a long day ahead of him, after all, and the day after that, and the day after that...

Mariette leans forward, and puts a dark hand on his light arm. "You know," she says, trying to sound older then she really is... and not doing too bad at it, "you'd probably like doing something like this. The change of pace is exhilerating."

Again, he pauses, and looks down at her. A change of pace, hmm? "Alright, Mariette. Sure."

"You'll come with us then?" She sounds as if she's about to pop, which makes him laugh just a little.

"Gods, no. I'm busy for the next month straight. But I'll think about it, anyways. Now..." and he returns to business at hand, as he always does. "What do you want?"

And they speak of business, as usual.