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

Amun glanced at the sign that said Art-isan's Guild before his gaze crept back to Hemin. Arching an eyebrow, the potter put his free hand on his hip. "Is she still the Guild in this metaphor?" He shook his head at his fellow Ascended.

Frowning a bit, the potter tilted his head to one side. He examined Hemin again, this time taking in the whole of the other man's appearance. As the other Ascended's fingers crept closer, Amun had his upgrade elongate that section of the table. It rippled and slid, keeping their hands the same distance apart. At the same time, he looked over the wire frames, making sure they all had a small cup or circle at their base.

"Let me get this straight, lemon drop. Your parents had you, at some point converted to Ascended, and you followed in their footsteps? But you haven't gotten much exposure to the world outside your home?" He narrowed his eyes. "That about sums it up?"

Letting out a laugh at Hemin's discomfort, the potter shrugged a single shoulder. "Occupational hazard of being an Ascended, you'll find." He winked at the other man, though Amun's smile slid away quickly. "Maybe some other time."

Lifting his hand from the table, he crossed his arms. "Did you actually need help with something?" He gestured for Hemin to speak.

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