Work Text:
'But this is simply unheard of!' Mr Tilson the goldsmith's eyes bulged out as he stared at Laurence.
'Nonetheless,' Laurence said. 'Temeraire will put his case forward. My friend Captain Rowland has some natural business acumen and has made enquiries...'
'Yes, yes,' said Mr Tilson irritably. 'But a line of dragon jewelry? How is that possibly to be supported? Who would buy it?'
'Trust me,' said Laurence desperately, 'there is a market.'
Mr Tilson's rubbed his chin, harrumphed, scratched his head. Oh God, thought Laurence, it's going to work.
He said silent goodbye to any hope of reasonable living expenses.