[He's not gonna lie: Adra finds it difficult to believe that Sariel has experience with anything, even after just meeting him. He chides himself for making assumptions--a bad habit--and waves Sariel over. He's got an array of knives hanging from magnetic strips on the wall, each one shiny clean and perfectly sharp. He grabs one by its handle and offers it to Sariel: it's big, about seven inches long, with hollow edge depressions along the blade.]
For cooking, or ...?
[He's guiding Sariel to a bowl of oranges, anyway. Placing one on the cutting board, he gestures between it and the knife.]
Well, I guess it doesn't really matter. I just need these sliced.
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For cooking, or ...?
[He's guiding Sariel to a bowl of oranges, anyway. Placing one on the cutting board, he gestures between it and the knife.]
Well, I guess it doesn't really matter. I just need these sliced.