"Hmmm, I guess I can help you if you really need it." Luka jokes, moving closer toward where Gyre and Ten are working on chopping up the various vegetables.

His fingers slide along the edge of the table until he's found his position right near Gyre. Unfortunately, the fanfare of the vegetables falling open and unfurling in unusual ways is entirely lost on him, but he can at least enjoy their varied aromas.

"Show me which ones still need chopping." He says eagerly. "Do you have a knife ready?"