Concert? “No, I don’t think so. I don’t play any either.”

"Pity. Do you sing?" 

“No better than any other sailor.”

Ashes shrugs. "Most sailors I've met could carry a tune pretty well. But if it's not your thing, that's fine."

He shrugs reflectively. "It's not. Sorry." He turns to face the furnace. "How's it doing?"

"It's getting there. Told you this was the boring bit." 

They poke the melting sand with the rod again. "It needs to be glowing orange. See this bit here? We're waiting for more of it to look like that." 

Honey nods. He briefly considers if there's any way he could get the furnace to burn hotter, but nothing obvious comes to mind, and he's not certain that increasing the temperature would necessarily work, or if it could be done without damaging the furnace.

There really isn't much to do but wait. Ashes finishes explaining the basic principles of glassblowing, and then pokes the glass and declares it 'good enough'. 

They demonstrate how to get a globule of molten glass on the end of the blowpipe and blow until it forms a hollow bubble.

"You wanna give it a go?" 

"Sure."

Honey proceeds to give it a try, though he's uncertain how hard he should blow, and in order to avoid any potential mess, probably ends up blowing a bit too weakly.

Ashes patiently corrects his technique, talking him through creating a very simple bubble shape. 

Honey gets there, eventually. His first product lopsided, thin-walled, and fragile on account of having cooled too quickly, but it exists

"Hey, not bad for a first effort! I think my first...six...all collapsed when I was just starting," Ashes tells him. "I was trying to make them too big. This one seems like it's holding together. Wanna have another go?" 

"Sure." Honey says with another nod. He does his best to replicate the initial bubble-forming process as Ashes instructed, but, it doesn't work quite as well, or at least he doesn't think so. He probably hands it back to them after trying another couple times, even if it might seem like he aborted those attempts before it could really be concluded that they failed.

Ashes accepts the blowpipe back without comment. They create a few little blobby shapes—a fat bird with the suggestion of a beak and wings, another little dog, a couple of abstract swirls. 

As Ashes is putting the finishing touches on an abstract piece, Kit appears in the doorway and stops to watch. He seems to be in a much better mood than when Honey last sa\w him, even giving Honey a little wave and a smile. 

Honey watches Ashes crafting intently, but ultimately without a great deal of thought. The reappearance of Kit brings him back to reality, albeit into a body which has suddenly gone tense. Honey doesn't manage a smile, but wave back.

Ignoring Honey, Kit wanders over to examine the finished glass pieces left cooling on the side. He doesn't touch them, but he does snag a spare rod and poke the molten glass in the furnace. 

"Don't touch that," Ashes says calmly. They hold out a hand for the rod. 

He flips it over in his metal hand, so he's holding the rod by the hot end and offering Ashes the handle. 

"Not gonna let me have a go?" 

Smirking, Ashes accepts it. "Not after what happened last time."

Honey makes an attempt to not look curious.

"You spray someone with molten glass once," Kit tells Honey conspiratorially, rolling his eyes, but there's a smile on his face. 

"Once was enough," Ashes counters as they pull another ball of molten glass out of the furnace.

"That jacket was never the same again." 

Honey doesn't think that he should try and add anything to this conversation, and frankly isn't sure what he would even if he thought he should. So he remains quiet.

There's a bit more banter, and then Kit says, "Hey, are both of you okay with me borrowing Honey for a bit?"

(Ashes makes an assenting noise.)