"Philip is perfect," she pouted, too exaggerated for her to actually be hurt. She took up a knife and went about chopping up the garlic. "Winter is made of magic and atop that probably has a crazy high metabolism. And as for the glitter... do you really want to know?"
She stopped just for a moment to gesture at the ginger, "That needs to be minced," before she resumed chopping, rocking the knife back and forth over the cloves, pushing the pile together when it spread too far, and then repeating until she had the result she wanted. Whether or not it was the most efficient way to go about things, she was clearly enjoying the process.
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Date: 2017-02-23 03:36 pm (UTC)She stopped just for a moment to gesture at the ginger, "That needs to be minced," before she resumed chopping, rocking the knife back and forth over the cloves, pushing the pile together when it spread too far, and then repeating until she had the result she wanted. Whether or not it was the most efficient way to go about things, she was clearly enjoying the process.