Vena tries to press the stack of small proto-knives into his hands and wipe her own hands off on her already exceedingly dirty child-sized apron. More iron-smelling gray smutches are moved around.
A little distracted, she says, "Um. They're for everyday, like, for food or carving stuff or string -"
"Preparing fish and small game," Lashan puts in, though as she says it she has the sinking feeling that no one's ever sat Guts down and showed him how to remove the last joints of the limb and the skin and the entrails before cooking a given small animal and at this point he might find such niceties needlessly fiddly.
"-yeah, and nails and hair..." Vena trails off, frowning, and then gasps a little as she realizes what was wrong, her face openly dismayed. "I forgot! Guts! Your hands are really big!"
Sister Lashan exhales sharply through her nose and turns her face away, clenching her jaw; do not laugh, do not laugh.
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A little distracted, she says, "Um. They're for everyday, like, for food or carving stuff or string -"
"Preparing fish and small game," Lashan puts in, though as she says it she has the sinking feeling that no one's ever sat Guts down and showed him how to remove the last joints of the limb and the skin and the entrails before cooking a given small animal and at this point he might find such niceties needlessly fiddly.
"-yeah, and nails and hair..." Vena trails off, frowning, and then gasps a little as she realizes what was wrong, her face openly dismayed. "I forgot! Guts! Your hands are really big!"
Sister Lashan exhales sharply through her nose and turns her face away, clenching her jaw; do not laugh, do not laugh.