She drank more of her water once she stopped laughing so hard. It helped with the fact she felt like she had sweat much of her water away. But sweat was good and honest, and they had labored away. So she felt no need to sneak in a cleaning charm or anything of the sort. Anyone who invited her to forge a sword ought to have expectations to see her sweat.
"I don't think Tibby will be the death of me," Felixa commented, as she had a twin as well, "I am far more likely to blow myself up." She had plenty of explosive materials. When she worked with one, she made sure the others were securely stored. Hopefully, any blast wouldn't leave the workroom. It would be bad enough if she killed herself. She didn't need to take down the entire shop with her. As such, the workroom was very well warded.
Leaving her glass aside, hopefully that was not rude as Marek had done the same, Felixa took his arm. "Then we must give you satisfaction of some kind," she teased back, wondering if he would get the reference this time. If not, she had still said stranger before to people. Luckily, being a wandmaker seemed to give her a bit more room for that with most people.