The woman narrowed her eyes at Delphine, at the request. "And why don't you go and do it yourself?" she asked, possibly in a harsher tone than she might have intended.<br/><br/>"Cause she's gotta watch for her friend to get back. Unless you want that big guy lounging around here, while she gets back," the blacksmith said, equally irritably. "Sides, I can manage the store. Not like we're that busy, what with these orders for the guard."<br/><br/>"Hmmph. Fine, I'll pick us up some lunch on the way back."<br/><br/>"See if they've got the soup at Mable's, will ya?"<br/><br/>"You're getting a day-old turkey sandwich, and you'll like it."<br/><br/>"Fah! Get going, you old hag!"<br/><br/>"Love you too!"<br/><br/>And with that, the wife left the shop, leaving the blacksmith and Delphine alone... for the moment, anyway. The door was still unlocked, after all!