[Oh. That makes sense. Molding the metal and all that, Sheryl thinks, leaning forward to inspect the wares but keeping a very healthy distance from all that heat and the forge. She can't imagine how miserable it is to be in here all day.

She returns the sly look.] I wouldn't say that. It's just that this is...

...let's say it's, ah, a little "old fashioned" where I come from? A novelty.

[Maybe it's a little rude to discuss this in front of the man.]