Definitely more than two lines of dialogue. But I had a lot of fun writing this, and I couldn't help but share it here!
“Yes, Kir Ironside, that’s his name,” said the older blacksmith, cheerily. He made a friendly expression and asked, “So, what’s your secret? Why is a rich brat like you associating with my son?”
“No secret, no secret,” stuttered Daiden, hurriedly. “Kir is a good friend. And we decided to help each other become better. I can’t often use the services of my grandfather, well, due to my financial limitations. He even makes me pay a retainer fee! I’m actually not rich.”
“Your grandfather makes you pay for his services?” asked the blacksmith, cocking his head. With a theatrical scoff, he laughed out loud, holding his stomach for dramatic effect. He wiped the tears from his eyes and patted Daiden on his shoulders. “I can see the similarities. You and my son, you’re both idiots!”
Daiden added to the fun with a weak smile. “It was a sensible arrangement…”
“I’m sure, I’m sure,” said the blacksmith, finally. “Sounds more like your grandfather dumped you on Kir. Not that I mind; the kid might benefit from being close with the Lord of Fire.
“Anyway, where are my manners? I’m Anvi, Anvi Ironside, the owner of this establishment!”
From chapter 53.