Mm. If ya do that, then... I suggest makin' li'l mirrors outta them. Y'know - li'l pendants, but they reflective?
Bounces back magic.

Or, at least, 's how it worked back home.

[Both among the dead and the living; obsidian mirrors are a classic in gem shops for a reason, nowadays!]

Then it'd make good practice, too! And reflective stuff makes good jewelry, anyhow.
Get practice with that magic, and you get more stuff to sell that folks'd like.
Win-win!

[Though, he does pause like that's given him something to consider.]

... You make stuff with metal over there?

Uhh... kinda! Hang on, lemme show ya somethin' -

[Which means pausing the video on his end for a moment, though when he starts it back up again, it's with the camera centered on...
Statues?

Statues of animals, namely, all made out of scrap metal, not too unlike this. Lots of them are dogs, and none of them are all too big; desktop sized statuettes.]

... These things interest ya?
You don't gotta pay me for'em, I ain't lookin' to sell'em - they just... takin' up space.

I used to run a garage down in Solarpeak, but I lost the license to it when I got sent home for a while, so... I got nothin' to do with all the projects I was gonna sell over there.
They filled up the basement fast-fast.

Sell'em... for me? You sure? I wouldn't wanna impose on ya none...

[He thinks on that for a second, though.]

... But I guess it'd lemme bring one in so you could see it in person, at least.
Send me the address?

[Oooh, nice and easy, he's in Amberfall himself! He'll note that down before responding properly.]

Call me Chipp. Sorry, shoulda introduced myself earlier, huh?

[He definitely does stick out quite a bit in the cozy shop - Chipp's got more of a...
"Horror movie set in the desert" vibe.

Despite it, though, he's more than happy to take that hand for a good, firm handshake. His hand is as warm as any other person's might be, even though it's made of metal.]

Good to meetcha, too! Always happy to meet friends of Eveé's.
She ain't toldja nothin' embarrassin' 'bout me, did she?

[It's a joke, he's joking -

... Mostly. He's not even sure what kind of embarrassing things Evangeline would have to say about him, really...]

[He seems like a decent guy so far. :)

But that warmth is definitely something Chipp notes for himself; his metal hand can't feel much, but warmth is something he made sure it'd be able to sense, with how much molten metal he deals with back home.
And warm hands just feel... friendlier, somehow.]

Awww, she already talkin' 'bout us, huh? Guess I ain't too surprised; she seems real jazzed about the whole thing!

And ouais, yeah, of course -

[That magic of his will swing the little statue around for Reiner to take and look at, holding it in the air for him otherwise.
It almost looks like there's no soldering to it - as if all the scrap metal that went into it just melded together somehow. Everything's clean and precise down to the smallest detail... even including how much rust he's taken off some of its parts.]

Cute li'l guy, ain't it? Figured you'd wanna see one o' the small ones first; they'd be easier to sell than the big ones.

Merci! Glad to hear it.

[From the grin on his screen, he seems surprised by Reiner's assessment - surprised, but pleased, too.]

... 'S only so good 'cause I got the magic for it, though. Magic from home.
Powerful shit, lets me mold this stuff like clay.

[Just for funsies, he'll show the other what he means - violet light collects around the little dog statue, and just as if it were as soft as dough, he's able to use his hands to pinch its ears into a longer, floppier shape.]

Without this, prolly just look like a heap of scrap 'n solder. It'd still look kinda cool, but, y'know... not 'zactly a dog.

[Aaaand now that big grin on his screen is starting to go from gold to a little pink, as if he's blushing... compliments on his work (or even just kind observations) aren't something he's used to, after all.
Creative, huh... he really feels like he's just making use of materials that can't be used otherwise, considering his statues are all made of scrap.]

O-ouais, I can tell you doin' real good at it...! 'S a good idea, givin' yourself a way to share ya passion with others.
It all looks nice, too. I feel like you gonna be a real hit 'round here, soon enough.

But, ehh... how're you with metal? Makin' stuff out of it, I mean; I figure you got the magic side down easy, enchantin' it and stuff.

Aw, naw, see, that there is why I was offerin'! I mean... 's real nice o' ya to offer up a spot to sell my stuff in here...
I know you gonna want a cut of the profits, 'course, 'n that works pretty good as a payment, but, y'know -

Until you feel confident with your own metal shapin' abilities, you can bring stuff to me, 'n I'll shape it for ya. If ya want, I mean; just an offer.

[Mostly because Chipp is, perhaps, too nice and not used to this kind of generosity, even with the knowledge that they'll be sharing profits.

But that's also followed by a short pause in thought.]

... Might wanna buy straight-up metal offa ya someday, too. Most o' the material I get is from junkyards 'n thrift shops, y'know how it is.

[- Chipp blinks a bit, eye widening as if a brow his screen doesn't have just went way toward his hairline in surprise.]

No, I mean, I'm okay with that too... but I can't expect ya to hold my stuff in your shop without givin' you a cut, no, even if I do sell some o' your pieces at my own shop.
You pay rent for the whole space don'tcha?

I'm good with that deal anyway, 'course, no matter what we do with the money - I like supportin' friends, 'n any friend of Eveé is a friend o' mine.
'S just, y'know...

[He's not sure his non-existent, dead heart could handle knowing he's taking up space that could be put toward merchandise that actually brings in money for Reiner's shop.
Just not used to that kind of generosity at all.]

Oh, no, it ain't that I ain't comfortable, I'm just, ehhh...

[... Another pause of thought, this time having to look up at the ceiling somewhere as if he's really unsure of what he just said.]

I mean... I think that ain't it? Maybe. It's, uh - 's hard to...

...

[And then he shakes his head, face scrunched.]

- Whatever! Even if I am, don't you worry 'bout it, ouais?
Matters more to me that you get what you owed, lettin' someone use a spot in your shop like that.

[Feelings are hard and difficult! He'll unpack whatever he's feeling later. Maybe.]