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Wriothesley flexes his fingers after having tinkered for a bit too long. Metal wire could be bent into any shape one desires but it sure made one's hands cramp if done for too long. Your hands are cramping too but you really wanted to get this right so you kept going for just a tad longer with him preparing a fresh pot of tea for the two of you.
When the tea is done and reaches over for your cup to rinse it clean of the previous brew you strike slipping the metal wire ring on his ring finger. Or at least you tried. The ring was at least a few sizes too small never making it past the first inch.
His laughter reaches your ears as you cover your face in embarrassment but he doesn't allow you to hide for long. Prying your left hand from your face he slides his own wire ring on your ring finger a few sizes too large. It seems the two of you should leave the ring making to the professionals but that can wait as you taste the tea on each others lips.