[Eniko, meanwhile, is digging around in a cabinet for something, and finally emerges with a block of cheese wrapped in cloth—drinking without anything to eat is just sad, in her opinion, at least with a guest. She dusts some crumbs off of an otherwise-clean wooden plate already on her counter, plunks the cheese on top, and grabs a knife, then tuns back to the table and sets everything down. She grins at Lars]
Snacks! Want some?
[she plops down in the chair opposite to him, having no trouble with the height of the small table, and picks up the knife, holding it poised over the cheese. She's careful to keep her other hand at safe distance from the blade, while still holding the block steady.]
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Snacks! Want some?
[she plops down in the chair opposite to him, having no trouble with the height of the small table, and picks up the knife, holding it poised over the cheese. She's careful to keep her other hand at safe distance from the blade, while still holding the block steady.]