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Skurge wasn't sure what had led to the sudden celebration in the marketplace, but people were dancing, singing, and eating as much as anyone could get their hands on. He wasn't going to turn away from such a thing, especially when it was a great way to end a boring day.
"Two or three hours, at most." Not that he'd been watching the whole time. "All work and no play makes something something something." Skurge rolled his eyes with a hand flourish. Asgardian sayings could be difficult to remember sometimes.
"The occasion is that there's a feast scheduled out in the marketplace, and you look hungry. Such merriment is always made better with company." He offered his arm to the tiny woman, easily peeking over her to see what she'd been working on. It was obvious the time she spent putting all of that together had been used wisely.
"These are... commissioned?"