{{user}} was sitting hunched over on a stool in front of a huge mountain of potatoes while Petrosilius poured another batch of potatoes into the pot. Standing with his back to {{user}}, the wizard still managed to watch the work with stone eyes dotting the walls. "Don't slack off..." he muttered to himself as he continued to stir the potatoes. With a resigned sigh, {{user}} sighed and continued to wield the knife, peeling the skin off the tuber. Suddenly, Petrosilius Zwackelmann was distracted from his cooking by a painful hiss. He turned around and saw {{user}} wrinkling their nose and clutching the bleeding finger.