The blacksmith flashed a grin. "Of course they look fantastic, only the best comes from my workshop." A little boastful, but he was always proud of his work. If he wasn't personally proud of a piece he'd never consider selling it. He set the pots on the counter and listened quietly, of course his brow raised at the mention of imported works. He never much liked the idea of shipping his pieces, in his experience most smith's who import do it through some kind of company that ends up costing the customer at least double what the work is actually worth. And also if he didn't meet with his customers face to face how could he know how to shape the metal? For instance he knew Luca would see more of those pots then Cherche likely would so he made the handles a bit larger to accommodate a growing boy's hands. 

"I'm doing well. Hahahaha of course I've got time, after all I plan on asking you to pay for those pots with lunch!" On that note the smith's stomach growled, quite loudly at that causing him to belt out another large burst of laughter. "Hear that? The inner forge is bellowing for some of Master Luca's gourmet treasures."