He nods along with her suggestions, half-smiling. He tilts his head and considers. "I like kale. Not that I've got anything against herbs, but they're a bit... spindly. Nothing but the heartiest of vegetables from this garden." He winks at her before turning his thoughts to a name for the forge. "Hmmm. Forges, fire... Coal? Soot? Flame, cinder, ember, blaze, burn, spark. Iron, tin, steel, brass, bronze..." He scratches his head again, dislodging flowers and flecks of dirt. "Any of them catch your eye?"