Max's eyes lit up when Nettle mentioned lending a hand so that he could participate in the festival sooner. Nodding furiously, he beamed with delight. "I'll make as much tea as you want as you want. Thank you so much." Despite being 20 years of age, Max looked like a child who had been granted his greatest desire. Pumped and ready to fly through work, he was just about to speed up when he was distracted by another voice entering the conversation. Turning around he saw Arenwen who worked down at the blacksmith's, smiling warmly toward the girl. "Oh you know... Goat escaped so I had to chase it down. Just a normal day for me." He grinned and glanced back in the direction he was walking, seeing his destination just a bit further up the path. Max wasn't very savvy when it came to maidens and relationships so he ignored the comments about them not being around the goats and instead focused his attention on the newcomer.

"How's work at the smithy going? I'm assuming he forced you to take the day off?" Max knew how much she loved working at the shop, having seen her hard at work whenever he ran errands for the place. Birthday or no, she'd probably be down there helping out if she could, though doubtful anyone would let her lift a finger on a day such as this.