I’m going to gloss over the pretentiousness of the silversmith’s chosen moniker (Godbehere indeed, she scoffs, stuffing an Oreo in her face as god is definitely not in this hood), and point out that, pretentious git or not, he was really rather decent at his craft. His design is nowhere near some of the ornately decorated wares of the Baroque, Rococo, and Georgian/American Revolutionary periods, but it is in its simple flashiness a kind of testament to a grander form of elegance that would come into vogue immediately following the Regency and into the early Victorian periods.