He accepted the praise, feeling proud of having worked with his hands for once. It was different than waging war, but there was a sense of satisfaction, a victory at the end of this as well. He wondered what his mother would make of it, what Jeyne...

He shut the question away before it could be set loose. His father might at least be amused.

"We should make note of what we sold more of so we can have a larger supply next time."