no cracks, no breaks

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

Continuing to arch an eyebrow, Amun put his free hand on his hip. "In your case, it's less can't buy her, and more couldn't afford her. Mother is classy." The metal continued to creep around: at the back of the table, boxes began for form even as the wiring became more and more elaborate at the front.

"Mmm, so you're a snoop and a charlatan then, lemon drop." Snorting, the potter tilted his head to one side. He eyed Hemin as the other man inspected the table, but didn't comment on it. Instead, his lips twitched as Hemin complimented the workmanship and the upgrade. "Who said anything about magic?"

Shrugging, Amun gestured between himself and Hemin. "I'd have thought the fangs were a dead giveaway, but seeing as we're both Ascended I suppose it's no harm to tell you it's an upgrade from the Voice." The potter patted the surface of the metal, though he was careful to keep at least one finger on it at all times.

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid