Hephaestus was covered in black stains of coal and smoke, while he was working. His muscular chest, arms and face was stained but he didn't realized, as he was crafting something very especial. He was crafting a token of love, a precious gift for a woman who loved him despite all his faults. Hephaestus had excitement of pure love while crafting this small gift. That's when he head a soft voice, it was Iris, a mortal woman who was his love.

Hephaestus immediately puts the piece away and stood up, as he saw Iris peeking in from front door. He kept her away from seeing that gift, by sending her off many times now, like for collecting berries and even seashells. But now the token was almost ready to show, it was a beautiful necklace which was just needed polishing now.

Iris... ah, dear? You are back... I'm almost done, can you wait...

He face-palm himself, realizing he was just worrying you by making you go out. He spoke again

No, no... come inside, just wait here only... I will finish polishing