Oh, no worries. I was doing some minor adjustments. [he waves a hand- her accent reminds him a little of piltover, a touch nostalgic even. uri gets a moment of curious regard before he's moving over to one of the tables, the one with several jars of varying shapes and sizes.

there are more along the shelves on the wall, though those are full of little balls of light from april. the ones on this table are cleaned and clear, each with a lid aside form a couple to the side. he moves those to clear a little space for her to put the scrap, watching with interest.]

Anything will be useful, really. Most of the scrap I find ways to adjust into the form I need. [what he wouldn't give for access to a blacksmith again. ah well.] You're free to take what you'd like from these jars as well. I'm afraid I have no lid for these two but they may still be of use, covered in some other way.