"Thanks." Mumbled gratitude and an awkward smile, before Tal took off the heaviest outer layer to hang on his chair. Mittens came off next; he was going to need his fingers for the project ahead. He started started unpacking his own supplies, laying out slats of light, pale wood and sheets of waxed paper with exacting neatness according to size.
"Always is," he agreed laconically to her comment on the weather while he organized his side of the table. "The dome should help, though." Thank Frey for that much. He slid his eyes across the table to see what she was working on and frowned, chewing his lip fiercely in thought. "You're... a hunter, right? Your whole family does?" He could have sworn he'd heard that at some point, though he was terrible with names.
"Always is," he agreed laconically to her comment on the weather while he organized his side of the table. "The dome should help, though." Thank Frey for that much. He slid his eyes across the table to see what she was working on and frowned, chewing his lip fiercely in thought. "You're... a hunter, right? Your whole family does?" He could have sworn he'd heard that at some point, though he was terrible with names.
