[ Mid-strike she notices him swooping in, and pulls her knife up short, eying the result of her efforts as he swoops the chopped mess up. Watching him with odd blankness, she blinks herself back to the moment, belatedly realizing she was close to cutting him alongside the onion. ]
[ Glancing at the knife again, she gently thumbs its edge, scant fractions of a millimeter from drawing blood. Another glance his way, at the delectable smell of what he's cooking, and she decides there are better uses for her time than whatever her instincts insist she should be doing with that blade. ]
[ Just hovering over his shoulder now, making a delighted noise. She will definitely enjoy that! ]
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[ Glancing at the knife again, she gently thumbs its edge, scant fractions of a millimeter from drawing blood. Another glance his way, at the delectable smell of what he's cooking, and she decides there are better uses for her time than whatever her instincts insist she should be doing with that blade. ]
[ Just hovering over his shoulder now, making a delighted noise. She will definitely enjoy that! ]