He opened his mouth, before biting his tongue quite literally. He shook his head and slipped out, leaving the now extremely cheerful Blossom to do something she loved as much as cooking and home management. Dress making.<br/><br/>Instead, he simply headed to the workshop, where he pulled out Yrel's hammer, and got to work putting it back together. Having it back and in one piece might make her feel a bit better disposed toward him, even if he was doing his best to be hospitable. Maybe after meeting the rest of the Fae, and being able to understand them, she would realize exactly how... strangely amoral the lot were.