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We’re back in a flashback, though this time it’s clearly from CODRIN’S point of view: ey’s looking exasperated, frowning over at Dear as ey tosses the cubed meat easily in a cast-iron pan. DEAR, meanwhile, is working on its second clove of garlic, trying desperately to get the peel off with dull claws. It’s at least gotten one clove coarsely minced, but the onion still sits, unpeeled, beside the cutting board.
- Codrin
-- You know I’m going to need the onion, first? Like, that’s why I told you to chop the onion.
+- You know I’m going to need the onion first, right? Like, that’s why I told you to chop the onion.
- Dear
- Well, I know that now, my dear, but you said “chop the onion and mince the garlic”, so it seemed sensible to do the hard part first so that I could breeze through the onion.
- Codrin
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