[ Don't worry, she doesn't expect him to help—he's sick, isn't he? No, instead she has full misplaced confidence in her own ability to make literally the simplest dish in existence.
Anyway, she starts dumping the stock into the pot, then pulling the rest of the ingredients out of the bag, until they're all piled haphazardly on the counter. At JJ's question, she beams and holds up a giant raw ginger root. And you doubted her!! ]
Indeed I did! I said I would, did I not?
[ Now she surveys the rest of the various ingredients she bought... there's the chicken, naturally, as well as myriad random vegetables—she had to go with what was available, but seemed reasonable enough for a stew. Carrots, celery... onions... broccoli? ]
I must cut these up, I presume? Yes, of course. [ She's talking to herself, basically. ]
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Anyway, she starts dumping the stock into the pot, then pulling the rest of the ingredients out of the bag, until they're all piled haphazardly on the counter. At JJ's question, she beams and holds up a giant raw ginger root. And you doubted her!! ]
Indeed I did! I said I would, did I not?
[ Now she surveys the rest of the various ingredients she bought... there's the chicken, naturally, as well as myriad random vegetables—she had to go with what was available, but seemed reasonable enough for a stew. Carrots, celery... onions... broccoli? ]
I must cut these up, I presume? Yes, of course. [ She's talking to herself, basically. ]