[Chopping onions really does make people cry, huh? Almost kind of seems like just something you see in the movies, but here Kell is-- Don't wipe your eye!
[Too late. The onion juice is blinding his poor friend.]
[Kel may not know why onions make people cry, he has no idea of what the various compounds released in the air do or how this is happening, but he's definitely chuckling and trying to blink the tears away.
The wiped eye is red as heck by now, but by tactically alternating one closed eye and one open he can somehow keep going.]
Good. I mean, at least we suffer together. [He still sounds amused.] I hope mister potato is kinder to you on that side.
Ah, nah, I'm fine. It's going to pass in a minute, I'm done here.
[He lifted the cutting board up, squeezing his right eye as well in Sunny's direction (and totally not having yet another big tear go down his cheek) and trying to aim toward the pot.]
I am sorry, Jennifer. It broke my heart but I couldn't risk you betraying the organization once more...
[Words spoken with a super serious tone before he swishes the knife on the cutting board, tossing the onion in the pot in a most dramatic way. After that he's already moving to grab the celery.]
The most difficult part is over. Basically we get all in there and wait until the chicken is cooked enough the meat starts falling apart. Take the bones out and ta-daa. chicken soup!
[Oh! The potatoes, indeed. Sunny should finish chopping those. He gets back to it. To the celery comment, he tilts his head back momentarily to look at Kel.]
With peanut butter.
I will hit you in the videogame world. At least that is SOMETHING Kel is familiar with.
[The face Kel made said all Sunny had to know about what he thought about said combo. He already wasn't a big fan of penaut butter, he didn't really like celery too, so...]
I mean, I know some people eat pretty gross stuff but. Yikes? I mean, no offense if you like it, but... definitely passing on that.
Now, let's finish the soup and let's get started with the television trash, huh? Popcorns, salted. Junk food, in the bag. Dinner, cooking!
Man, movies with my best bud, feels like a dream in a place like this.
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[Too late. The onion juice is blinding his poor friend.]
If they...have feelings...
I think they're hurt.
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The wiped eye is red as heck by now, but by tactically alternating one closed eye and one open he can somehow keep going.]
Good. I mean, at least we suffer together. [He still sounds amused.] I hope mister potato is kinder to you on that side.
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[He lifted the cutting board up, squeezing his right eye as well in Sunny's direction (and totally not having yet another big tear go down his cheek) and trying to aim toward the pot.]
I am sorry, Jennifer. It broke my heart but I couldn't risk you betraying the organization once more...
[Words spoken with a super serious tone before he swishes the knife on the cutting board, tossing the onion in the pot in a most dramatic way. After that he's already moving to grab the celery.]
The most difficult part is over. Basically we get all in there and wait until the chicken is cooked enough the meat starts falling apart. Take the bones out and ta-daa. chicken soup!
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[Get it? Like "sleeping with the fishes"? He smiles a little.]
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That's what she deserves, Sunny. People who willingly betray the organization once cannot be trusted!
[He points a celery stalk in Sunny's direction before flipping it back and taking a bite out of it.]
Oh, ew. People do really eat this raw like this?
we can probably wrap soonish and start something new? c:
With peanut butter.
I will hit you in the videogame world. At least that is SOMETHING Kel is familiar with.
I mean, I know some people eat pretty gross stuff but. Yikes? I mean, no offense if you like it, but... definitely passing on that.
Now, let's finish the soup and let's get started with the television trash, huh? Popcorns, salted. Junk food, in the bag. Dinner, cooking!
Man, movies with my best bud, feels like a dream in a place like this.