"Make it pretty."
Daniel raised an eyebrow. He repeated, just to make sure, "Pretty?"
Jack frowned, eyes challenging, and he confirmed, "Pretty."
"I thought 'functional' was your motto," Daniel teased lightly, resting against the wall of his smithy. He was taking a well-deserved break, and he smiled when the cool wind teased his sweat-soaked hair.
"My Lord said it must be pretty for the wedding banquet," Jack informed Daniel. He added, "Make sure it can hold an edge. Can't have a dagger that goes to mush in a fight."
Daniel rolled his eyes. "Have I ever done less, Sir Knight?"