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Lyssoryl took the knife carefully, and weighed it absentmindedly in her hand as she studied the meat, thinking about the best places to cut. When she began, although she was a beginner she showed the naturally good dexterity of the Cether. She had never done any butchering on a cow before, but was practiced with poultry, so the movements were not entirely unnatural to her.
She forced herself to work carefully, asking questions as she went. "How thick shall I cut? How much should I expect this sort of cut to shrink during cooking? When can we speak of wines to match the various parts of the cow?" She listened carefully to the answers, clearly enrapt in the subject. As she produced the cuts, she arranged them in a neat row on a tray on the table.
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