"Sounds rather traumatic to me," Q comments. "I wasn't aware that could be done."
Q listens, nodding and begins to chop the second half of the cabbage as quickly (and neatly) as he can. "Only if you do the cooking Severus," he murmurs, cutting. "I see," he says absently, getting into a rhythm. "It's sort of like playing Bach. And done!" He sets the knife down with a clatter. "I await your comments and criticisms Severus." Q waves his hand at the piles of cabbage on the table. "Then it's on to round two."