Oh! [how nice. guidelines from a proper craftsman. she grins at him, twirling a knife in her hands with some confidence as she situates herself better in her seat. she gently stabs into the marking and starts sawing at it -- it's not terribly clean, more like how little kids cut jagged edges on paper than anything -- but she at least stays relatively close to the lines?]
This isn't so bad!
[she yanks the knife out at the end and, with her thumbs, gives a hearty push to pop the piece out.
too hearty a pop -- it goes bouncing off the gourd, flying toward a cabinet, ricocheting and bonking poor Crobat on the back of the head.]
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This isn't so bad!
[she yanks the knife out at the end and, with her thumbs, gives a hearty push to pop the piece out.
too hearty a pop -- it goes bouncing off the gourd, flying toward a cabinet, ricocheting and bonking poor Crobat on the back of the head.]
Oh! Sorry! Sorry...!