Sam looked over and wondered if this girl had ever been in a kitchen her whole life. Sam herself was no cook, but she knew her way around a knife.

Maybe it was all those dissections she'd done in bio.

Clearing her throat to keep herself from getting snide, she nodded. "Okay, the next step is peeling the skin off the potatoes." A pause. "The brown part around the edges. You think you're up to that?"