[ She looks... so proud of herself... and doesn't seem to realize that Fred's soul is slowing trickling from his body. It's the straight face that does it—in her web of self-satisfaction, there's no way that she's going to notice that anything is amiss. ]
Ah... oh!
[ He's really knowledgeable about this, isn't he? She takes the cutting board with a look of wonder on her face, as if she never could've imagined such a thing existed. Then she places the cutting board underneath the onion, bringing her knife in close so that she can take his advice—smaller, more precise cuts. Got it.
(Hey, at least she's learning?) ]
My word. You are quite experienced in the kitchen—is that not so? [ Now she turns each half of the onion on its side, then cuts them into quarters—much slower and less enthusiastically this time. She steps back to let Fred take in her handwork... such as it is. ]
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Ah... oh!
[ He's really knowledgeable about this, isn't he? She takes the cutting board with a look of wonder on her face, as if she never could've imagined such a thing existed. Then she places the cutting board underneath the onion, bringing her knife in close so that she can take his advice—smaller, more precise cuts. Got it.
(Hey, at least she's learning?) ]
My word. You are quite experienced in the kitchen—is that not so? [ Now she turns each half of the onion on its side, then cuts them into quarters—much slower and less enthusiastically this time. She steps back to let Fred take in her handwork... such as it is. ]
Will that do?