"That's ... actually a really smart guess." He grinned. "Forging sounds really fun, but I don't know if they'd let me take it. Most people don't let me near open flame, it's why Huey has to do all the marshmallow roasting at the Woodchuck meetings back home."

He realized he hadn't introduced himself, yet, and shrugged a little bit before offering him a a hand and a smile. "I'm Dewey."