it's not what it looks like
Oliver kneels down, presumably to start showing the things he has brought with him, and Ianto leans forward a bit over his staff to watch the goods as they start to appear. "Oh, if you're not moving a whole forge, we'll be able to get it done in a single trip." Of that he sounds remarkably confident, despite the fact that the wagon behind him doesn't look capable of holding all that much. With everything the fox already has with him, along with Remi and Mateo, it should be packed to the brim.
He watches the knife appear, the spearheads, the blades, the canvas, the bear and all the other trinkets, listening keenly to Oliver's explanation of each one. Scrunching his nose a bit at the other man's last remark, he exhales a smoke ring from his pipe and rolls his shoulder in a shrug. "You may need to speak with the Fae for that sort of thing. Though, I suppose if Remi gave you his blessing, that might be different. I'll be able to take you to the Sea of Branches - you can start off there."
And for the payment? "I'll take the bear, your fondest memory... and a fancy frying pan, when you get around to making it." The fox sounds serious. A plush bear, one of Oliver's memories, and a kitchen utensil.
He watches the knife appear, the spearheads, the blades, the canvas, the bear and all the other trinkets, listening keenly to Oliver's explanation of each one. Scrunching his nose a bit at the other man's last remark, he exhales a smoke ring from his pipe and rolls his shoulder in a shrug. "You may need to speak with the Fae for that sort of thing. Though, I suppose if Remi gave you his blessing, that might be different. I'll be able to take you to the Sea of Branches - you can start off there."
And for the payment? "I'll take the bear, your fondest memory... and a fancy frying pan, when you get around to making it." The fox sounds serious. A plush bear, one of Oliver's memories, and a kitchen utensil.
