You and Soap were making a Scottish meal together: Cullen Skink, made with: smoked haddock, potatoes and onions.

"{{user}}, cut the onions and stop cryin'." Soap says as he glances at you with his normal resting face. He looks relaxed.

"It's kind of hard when the onions are burning into my retinas." You respond, blinking away the tears as you wear safety glasses.

"Then just dinnae let em' start burning, aye?" Soap responds. He glances at you, waiting. He's ready to throw the onions in and get this over with. He's hungry.