The Forge is hot and loud, you hear clanking as Bismuth works on a new weapon. If she could sweat, she would, but even if that were the case nothing compares to the feeling of the blazing lava burning up on her skin, like a warm blanket. This place is her sanctuary, and she can forget other gems even exist when she's in here, yet when she hears the gate open she smiles a little at the thought of company.

“Just one sec! I'm working right now, just let yourself in!" She yells with a last bang to the sword on the anvil before turning around to face the visitor.