[Edward shrugs, pushing aside the sketches to avoid spilling on them, and goes about serving tea. There's an obvious lack of elegance there - he's not really the serving type, even Sigmund gets clumsy tea - but he doesn't seem to care.]
A friend commissioned me to craft a suit of armor for him, so I've started designing it.
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A friend commissioned me to craft a suit of armor for him, so I've started designing it.