Well you’ve got an old femme swooning now. She giggled at his kind gesture, face plates flushed.
"Oh, what a sweet handsome mech! You’re one of the guard, aren’t you, for the young lord? You must be famished!" She exclaimed and pulled out a silken bag tied with pretty pink…
Marin hummed a bit wistful. “If only my wings could carry me such as yours do you, or looked as beautiful.” Her expression changed in a moment, a gleam of mischief and motherly plotting. “Speaking of beauty my dear seeker, is my daughter not stunning today?”
Forge flushed at her mother’s words, and choked on her treats. “Mother, look someone is interested in your Vos painting!” She sputtered.
Marin gasped and turned quickly. “Really? That’s authentic good sir, I spent orns in Vos to get the rainbows just right.” She gushed and scurried over to the potential buyer.