It was another morning at the shop. The fire god let himself swivel in his chair. “Nothing to fix this week.” He muttered to himself. Hephaestus let himself sit for another fifteen minutes. Maybe the shop needed some sunshine. Opening the door, he let the light come in. Unfortunately, for the fire god, something that smelled almost too familiar also ran into the shop. He turned around to face the other. “I’ll give you six minutes to explain yourself.”
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