Max was banging away at God-knows-what. Something bright orange-white and being handled with bare hands because, while he was a charizard, he could do that. And it was kind of fun to do it that way.

Max felt a tickling at the back of his neck, similar to that which he'd felt when Green had visited earlier; he turned around when he heard his name yelled, and he saw Char standing in ye olde doorwaye holding a letter. Oh good. This was probably... okay possibly... maybe... not going to end with someone getting punched in the dick. His neck and back muscles tensed slightly at the thought of the other chayzard, but he pushed through the fight-or-flightfight feeling.

"Yeah!" he said from the anvil. "You can come in if you want. Sort of in the middle of somethin', but I can talk."