[ She's all smiles until the knife handle hits her hand, at which point she pauses, head inclining oddly, staring at the blade with her eyes far away. ]
[ Without so much a twitch in her placid expression, she tosses the onion in the air and makes five flicker-quick passes with the blade. When the onion lands, it's in one piece for a split second, then the skin gives way and it blooms into neatly sectioned pieces. ]
[ She looks over, her smile right back on her face, as though it never left. Did she do it right? ]
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[ Without so much a twitch in her placid expression, she tosses the onion in the air and makes five flicker-quick passes with the blade. When the onion lands, it's in one piece for a split second, then the skin gives way and it blooms into neatly sectioned pieces. ]
[ She looks over, her smile right back on her face, as though it never left. Did she do it right? ]