[ Okay, sorry, but “Your turn” gets her a quick disapproving glare before he sighs—seriously everyone in this temple is so weirdly casual with him he doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong—and motions to the cutting board before him, where he’d already chopped up some dill for the garnish. ]
It is Jakob, if you must. And now, Miss Kairi, would you happen to know what these are?
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It is Jakob, if you must. And now, Miss Kairi, would you happen to know what these are?