[ He gives her a small, crooked smile, taking the knife from her. Not that he doesn't trust her with the knife, but, well. If one of them is going to slice themselves open, he'd rather it be him. ]
All right.
[ He wraps his hand around the can on the counter, grips the knife in his other hand, and stabs the blade cleanly into the top before dragging it in a slow circle around the rim. ]
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All right.
[ He wraps his hand around the can on the counter, grips the knife in his other hand, and stabs the blade cleanly into the top before dragging it in a slow circle around the rim. ]
There.