[He takes it, and there's a flash of something ugly and dark red in his thoughts when he feels the weight of the blade in his hand, the slight pressure and scrabble coming from the Spine, but it goes ignored, pressed down and held in. He'll move to take his place at the counter with such casual ease that such things seem to be far from his mind, moves to do exactly as she's asked.]
That shouldn't be too much trouble, I think. Though I warn you, I know nothing about food preparation. Hahah.
[He starts cutting though, and his movements are unnaturally quick, precise.]
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That shouldn't be too much trouble, I think. Though I warn you, I know nothing about food preparation. Hahah.
[He starts cutting though, and his movements are unnaturally quick, precise.]