Snow had followed Grenarin out of the room without really thinking about it. She was still reeling from the information he had just dropped on her, and wasn't really present. Nonetheless, she did notice when she followed him into a kitchen.
Like the other rooms of the house, it was bright and windowed. Unlike the rest of the house, however, it felt quite homey and warm and welcoming. Snow admitted that a good portion of that was probably due to the smell of baking bread, but the warm brickwork and burnished brass cooking utensils also helped.
Redease was standing against one of the counters with his back turned to them. Looking closer, she realized that he was in the process of cutting long green tubes impossibly small with a shockingly large knife. Wondering what they were doing there, Snow turned to look at Grenarin, only to realize that he had left the room in the brief moment she had been admiring it without her noticing. Which was surprising, as he had all but bounced all the way here, she must have been more distracted than she had thought.
It did however, leave her unsure of why exactly she was here. However, Redease saved her from having to ask, yet again, what was going on before she could figure out how to break the silence.
"Don't just stand there. Those tomatoes aren't going to chop themselves." He then gestured with the knifeless hand toward a small bucket that looked identical to the one she had filled with potatoes yesterday - except a bit smaller.
Despite being disappointed by his brusque manner, Snow walked over to the bucket to find it full to just below the brim with the bright red spheres she associated with the word tomatoes, but these ones were easily the largest she had ever seen, each one around the size of a chicken egg.
There were, however, no knives or cutting boards. So Snow started looking for some. The knife block was easily found, and though she had never cut vegetables before she picked out the most likely looking one. The cutting boards were a little more elusive. None were out on the counters. They were not on the open shelves next to the pots and pans. They were not among the flat baking sheets. They were not hiding by the several bundles of herbs hanging to dry. She turned to ask Redease where she might find one, but as she turned toward him she realized that he was watching her. Snow met his eyes. They were challenging.
Fine. If he is trying to test me, then I will succeed. She turned away from him and began working her way around the kitchen, checking in every cupboard. About two thirds of the way around, she finally found them, inside a cupboard that was full of an array of the spices that she had seen drying, though these appeared to be dry.
She victoriously slid one out, and as she brought it over to the bucket of tomatoes, she glanced at Redease out of the corner of her eye. He had gone back to ignoring her.
Upset, though not sure why exactly, Snow began taking her frustration out on the tomatoes as she chopped them into little cubes.