Cherche honestly enjoyed working. It was relaxing to a degree and much less stressful than keeping Josh in line or watching over Luca. Okay, maybe she made the watching over Luca thing far more stressful than it should have been, but she did have a tendency to worry. Fortunately, work was never hard either. The town wasn’t big, so the inn was never terribly busy. Even if she did take care of all the finances and management aspects, it wasn’t that much work. Sure, sleepless nights happened every so often, but that was usually only around festival time. 

So, when Alvin came in with the pots she had ordered, she smiled a little bit. Alvin was nice. She wasn’t close with him like she was some of the other villagers, but that was probably because he hadn’t grown up here like a decent amount of the others. None the less, he was a good worker, which was more than can be said for some people she kept in close company, and had never disappointed her in the past. 

“Hey, those look fantastic. Luca will be happy.” In truth, they had been long overdue for some new pots. The last ones had been around for years, and apparently a late night jousting match with Josh and Luca using them as shields had been the final straw. At least it had been entertaining to watch. “Having a blacksmith is nice. I remember a few years where we didn’t have one and we had to pay so much more for everything because it had to be shipped here.” She was mainly talking to herself. That time did not hold a fond place in her memory, mostly because she was doing most of the delivering and metal was rarely ever light. “Anyways, how’ve you been? If you have time to talk that is. I’m sure the life of a blacksmith can get rather busy.” Or, well, as busy as things could get in this town.