Michael
"You'll get used to her energy after a while. Always about getting stuff done. Rarely takes time to slow down and appreciate the finer things in life." 

*He drank from his mug of water before continuing.* "I usually do most of the actual smithing. She spends most of her time fiddling with different contraptions. At least once a day a prototype fails spectacularly, and she'll spend a few minutes in a frenzy trying to put it back together."

*He thought about the customer in room 27. He hoped Poppet would remain polite, despite the annoyance she was certainly facing with a customer who wouldn't pick up the supply. He hoped she wouldn't get in trouble.*
Frances
"Interesting. I'd almost feel tempted to buy something if I didn't smith things myself. Albeit you probably couldn't tell," Lucius spouts, hanging for a moment onto the unfinished sentence, unsure if it would be wise to share such information, but deciding he could simply shapeshift if he got in any sort of trouble, he decided to complete his statement. "But I have my own smithed weapon. I can't say it's perfect, but silver is quite a metal in a place filled with folk like me." The shapeshifter finishes, not clarifying on his finishing statement. Instead, pulling out the shortsword of silver out of a cleverly hidden scabbard on his hip, he laid it down on the bar table to display, a proud gleam in his eyes as he gazed at it.
By no means was the sword perfect, being fairly chipped at the tip as if the soft metal had been used to parry quite a lot, a singular set of claw marks shallowly etched in from the middle of the blade to the hilt, and the entire blade had the distinct appearance of some strange armour rather than a sword as though its creator had simply not been fluent in weaponsmithing, instead almost appearing as a long piece of strange armour. Despite all the defects in the worn blade, it was still clearly polished, sharp, and Lucius almost struggled to tear his gaze from it for a moment.
Jessica
The annoyed fairy flew swiftly out of the room, carrying a small bag of coin. A shout could be heard behind her, cursing her and her mother. Poppet chuckled to herself, and sat back down at the table with the duo. *"Nothing a little trickery couldn't fix!" She explained.* 

The fairy propped her tiny feet up on the table with a sigh. *"So- what did I miss?" She asked with a grin, picking up her bauble and continuing to tinker with it, almost if she hadn't even left.
Michael
"Well the fact that you can work with silver alone is impressive enough. Silver makes bad weapons, only useful against certain magical phenomenon, such as out-of-control shapeshifters or vampires or whatever other beasty you run into." *He spoke with genuine respect towards Lucian, crafting a good weapon out of so soft a metal was no small feat.* "I myself will merely line the blade with silver. Just as effective, without the drawbacks."

*He looked up as Poppet flew into the room. He rubbed his forehead as he heard the customer shout after her.* "What did you do this time Poppet? Don't tell me you made the swords out wood painted grey again."
Frances
Lucius sat frozen for a moment at the dwarf's idea of lining swords in silver, stunned at their words. Why hadn't he thought of that? It was such an ingenious idea yet so simple that it was truly a shame he hadn't done it himself.
Self-consciously picking his silver shortsword back up, he slid it back into its scabbard, unsure what to think of the dwarf. Most any other time, Lucius would have scoffed at any concept of an idea being better than his own, but the concept was so basic it made him fee agitated that he hadn't done so himself.
After a moment of silence, the shapeshifter picked back up. "Oh, well, I'm sure there's plenty reason for a full silver sword, too. You know, werecreatures hate the stuff, and I can attest to that. But.. Maybe I shall try again and melt this thing down to something more useful."