"Really?" Sparkle glanced at where the meat was sitting for a moment, considering it before giving a little nod of his head and setting the knife he was using down. Of course he'd paid attention to Hannibal's lessons on which knife to use when cutting what. This one was best for the potatoes. The proper knife for that particular meat was...
He picked it up and looked quietly at it for a moment before nodding and stepping up to the cutting board, laying the meat out so that he could begin to cube it. At this point, that was really all it was, wasn't it? There wasn't anything he could recognize to it, it was just... meat.
That was all that some people deserved to be.
"Like this, right?"
Against the grain, first, into strips. It hardly mattered, he supposed, since he'd be cutting the other way to get the meat into cubes.
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Date: 2014-03-21 05:21 am (UTC)He picked it up and looked quietly at it for a moment before nodding and stepping up to the cutting board, laying the meat out so that he could begin to cube it. At this point, that was really all it was, wasn't it? There wasn't anything he could recognize to it, it was just... meat.
That was all that some people deserved to be.
"Like this, right?"
Against the grain, first, into strips. It hardly mattered, he supposed, since he'd be cutting the other way to get the meat into cubes.