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[newtoys]

"What are you doing here?" she asked cheerfully, leaning into the hug "Hey, come see what I'm working on, you're gonna love it," she half danced over to the work bench, waving for him to follow her.

"I've been making some mods to these little beauties," she lifted her pistols, holding them out for him to see. She has the same pride in her work around the others of course, but they only appreciate what they can do, she knows someone like her father would be able to appreciate the artistry and work that went into the creation of them.

[beaten_metal]

He could indeed and he took a moment as she pointed them out to take them and give them a proper once over. He was, after all, an artisan who made all manner of wonders and filled all sorts of needs. Innovation was his stock and trade, but he would always have a special reverence for a clever weapon. That's why his eyes were as obsidian and the flames of Etna as he used his true senses before the strangeness faded away and he smiled over at her. One finger slid in a distinct shape across the handle and a mark burned there in bright red before fading away invisibly. He handed it back.

...it was his little girl. And the work was certainly worthy of his blessing.

[newtoys]

Holtzmann did a little dance when he blessed the pistols, she'd been kind of hoping he would but it was always a mark of pride when he chose to, it let her know she was right to have confidence in the things she built, because daughter or not, she knew Hephaestus would never bestow a blessing on something sub-standard.

"It's really good to see you. How are you doing? How's mom? Can I get you anything? Oh! Come check this out," chattering away happily, she bounced over to the bear trap and started charging it up.

[beaten_metal]

Damn right, he wouldn't. If he blessed every little thing she did, what kind of incentive would that be for her to work harder at her craft? No, the pistols were an excellent weapon, a pinnacle of design for their purpose, and he was quite proud of her for them.

But then he had a bear trap to see as he hobbled his way over.

To the question of himself, he kind of shrugged. Mom, that got a smile. The man was in love with his wife, after all. But he waved off the offer of 'anything'. He wasn't hungry quite yet; actually-

"Do you have time for dinner in a bit?"

And his voice, so rarely used, held the clanging of hammers and the shifting of magma, a physical warmth that spread from him. In some ways, he could hide his deity. In others, not so much.

[newtoys]

And there was another little victory dance, because sometimes Holtzmann suspected the fact she so enjoyed talking was because of the satisfaction she got when she managed to lure rare words out of her father - there was only so much rambling someone could take before they had to say something. She loves her father's voice, even though she knows completely that he can't use it that often, especially not in front of mortals, so it's all the more special when she gets to hear it.

"Of course I have time for dinner, always time for dinner with you dad."

[beaten_metal]

Her and her mother. It always made him feel especially warm to see her delight, and the smile he gave her held that warmth to share with her. And there was an arm put around her again along with a squeeze as well. But then he lifted a hand, gestured to the rest of the building. The question in the gesture was clear.

Did she want to invite any of her friends?

[newtoys]

"Oh, yea! You should meet the girls!" Sure it was probably a bad idea, but since when did Holtzmann ever think twice about bad ideas? Scientific advancement was built on bad ideas!

"Abby! Erin! Patty! Who wants dinner?" she yelled, because going to actually find people was for losers.