Fenn would live with Ezra? That was... The alchemist quirked his lips into an amused smirk. He wondered if the Homunculus was remembering that she lived with Nan. Of course the old woman would love to have a small child there, and he could already see how she'd be treating the blonde kid. Oh well, he wasn't about to butt in. The ever-so-logical construct had probably already considered all of this before making the offer. It wasn't like they'd act impulsively, right?
But, to address their concerns. He folded his arms across his chest, and let out a sigh. If he had his choice, he wouldn't talk about this with Fenn still present - but at the same time, the blonde was the precipitator of this conversation. So he could grin and bear it, even if he wasn't particularly interested in it. So Nevin shook his head after she asked if he needed to visit the blacksmith or the forge.
"No, I do not. The reactions of iron upon a Fae are too well known and documented. If someone was to check, the poisoning in that regard would be child's play to detect. Instead, we will be using something here in the shop." Nevin reached out and picked up one of the candies from the bowls on his counter, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.
"This is, as you've probably surmised,
not Fenn's first visit to this shop. He is in fact, someone I've encountered several times now. We found d out though, the first time he came here, that the simply numbing agent that I have been using in these candies acts as a potent hallucinogenic upon at least the Snow Fae. If I had not acted swiftly, he might have perished on this very floor. That agent, combined with a sedative, will see this task complete. And Fenn was actually told to thank me for saving him at that point - though I know not by whom - so I doubt his own demise is in his plans. He hasn't purloined everything not nailed down, after all."
