[She deposits the rest of the cucumber into the bowl, and starts on the first tomato. The blade slices through the soft flesh without squishing it — because hey, of course a blacksmith would keep all his blades nice and sharp, even in the kitchen. Afterwards, she even takes a moment to admire it, well-aware of what kind of quality's necessary for such a clean cut.]
[But doesn't let herself get too distracted. She looks at the tomato with the top lopped off... and frowns when she sees a green spot still remaining where she tried to remove the stem.]
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[She deposits the rest of the cucumber into the bowl, and starts on the first tomato. The blade slices through the soft flesh without squishing it — because hey, of course a blacksmith would keep all his blades nice and sharp, even in the kitchen. Afterwards, she even takes a moment to admire it, well-aware of what kind of quality's necessary for such a clean cut.]
[But doesn't let herself get too distracted. She looks at the tomato with the top lopped off... and frowns when she sees a green spot still remaining where she tried to remove the stem.]
Is this enough, or should I cut further?