Plup plup. Tears coursed down her cheeks, but she was determined to cut this onion. She scrubbed at her eyes, again and again, and sliced and chopped. She refused to be bested by an onion.

As she worked, she chanced a glance at Raven, and silently appreciated his patience. Most anyone else would have started laughing at her and cracking jokes. The teasing would be relentless. But he was holding back... She relaxed.

Finally the onion was properly minced. She stepped away from the counter with a sigh of relief, using her apron to scrub her face. It was conquered. "Does it lessen with more exposure?" He hadn't so much as sniffled. What a pro!