"Grimalkin. Dog ears are floppy." A beat. "Err, councilman." Can't break character, just like he can't break his concentration even as the two exchange some mild pleasantries about his turnip peeling. What he won't say is that peeling the skin would help him carve into the meat a bit better, since the knives aren't that sharp to begin with. Inigo might have the right idea using a sword instead...
"Oh ye of little faith, your Highness. Let me finish this masterpiece. It shall speak for itself!"
The skin of the turnip, beautifully spiraled out without breaking as he intended, is placed gently on the nearest clean surface before be cuts off the top with protruding leaves. He doesn't discard it either, placing it on the table. Then, the roots are cut, leaving a stable base. Now he can work on the face, which he starts by carving into the place where the eyes seemed most appropriate.
"...though turnip soup wouldn't be such a bad idea after all this, huh?" Not exactly Halloween fare, but it would do during fall, had they been in another world, another planet with this actual holiday in mind.
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Inigo might have the right idea using a sword instead..."Oh ye of little faith, your Highness. Let me finish this masterpiece. It shall speak for itself!"
The skin of the turnip, beautifully spiraled out without breaking as he intended, is placed gently on the nearest clean surface before be cuts off the top with protruding leaves. He doesn't discard it either, placing it on the table. Then, the roots are cut, leaving a stable base. Now he can work on the face, which he starts by carving into the place where the eyes seemed most appropriate.
"...though turnip soup wouldn't be such a bad idea after all this, huh?" Not exactly Halloween fare, but it would do during fall, had they been in another world, another planet with this actual holiday in mind.