"If I can be honest with you, Galen, I must admit, I don't know lots about metals and the likes," he said as he pulled out a loose thread from his inner top and flicked it aside. Hester had hopped over to his flattened envelope, perhaps to check on the wear and tear herself. "But if you can help out an old man here, I'd be much obliged." Spoken with that same carefree smirk of his as he rested his hand on the veiled wicker basket, again.
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