[So, there he had been, briskly starting to chop vegetables. He's going to make a bullshit fry, in which he fries things up in a tasty way, sticks them in flatbread, and rolls it up and presents it as a sandwich. Kalim will like it. He knows Kalim's likes and dislikes enough he can make something satisfying even while viciously winging it-
Then Kalim says mistletoe and a noise escapes Jamil's lips, one which sounds not unlike the noise a tortured magic parrot might make and his knife slips.
The good news is that he practices good knife discipline and, so, he didn't just lose a finger. Just a little cut, that's all.
The bad news is that he now has to live with the knowledge that if his knife discipline was a little bit worse he might have lost a chunk of finger there.]
I thought we agreed to never talk about it.
[Said as he moves to wash the cut what the heck, Kalim, what the hey, warn him before dropping the m-word.]
My sister is merciless: you know this. [And his mom and dad will be very upset and he's not thinking about what Kalim's parents might do but...his sister is a present terror.]
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Then Kalim says mistletoe and a noise escapes Jamil's lips, one which sounds not unlike the noise a tortured magic parrot might make and his knife slips.
The good news is that he practices good knife discipline and, so, he didn't just lose a finger. Just a little cut, that's all.
The bad news is that he now has to live with the knowledge that if his knife discipline was a little bit worse he might have lost a chunk of finger there.]
I thought we agreed to never talk about it.
[Said as he moves to wash the cut what the heck, Kalim, what the hey, warn him before dropping the m-word.]
My sister is merciless: you know this. [And his mom and dad will be very upset and he's not thinking about what Kalim's parents might do but...his sister is a present terror.]