Odette lays down her hammer, pulls off a glove and wipes her forehead with the back of her wrist, then smiles at your message. "Now hush and come on in, sugar. The forge is banked and the tea is cold." Well, look at you. The forge is low, the gate is hung and the whole courtyard smells like jasmine. Come on in, sugar, sit with me, and tell me how long you plan to stay.