Of course, I wouldn't. [She pulls out another napkin and holds the pear over it while she cuts.] Oh my, this one is rather juicy. I guess I-I picked some nice ones this morning.
[And it is rather juicy, with some of the juice leaking over her fingers and making it harder to hold the pear. She cuts it into slices, with no problems until suddenly she flinches, dropping the knife quickly.]
Ouch.. [Red is swelling up on the side of her hand from the long, thin, but deep cut into it. Her eyes go wide and she laughs self-consciously, grabbing the same rag she used to clean his face.] I'm sorry! I really n-need to be more careful. I c-can clean the pear off or cut the other one.