Every once and awhile, Astoria would look away from the pepper she was cutting to watch Roger prepare other things. It wasn't like he was doing something amazing that was unheard of, but the way he did actions that seemed so mundane and ordinary made them anything but. The artistic side in him shone in everything he did when creativity was allowed; it was everything Astoria didn't have since she wasn't creative in the same way. That's why she appreciated art - she couldn't make it herself.
Taking more care than the natural ease Roger used to cut the pepper made the process take longer. Eventually she finished the first one and moved on to a second one and by that time she was getting a bit faster. She looked at the lemon and then up at him, smiling. "Sure," she replied, and when she was finished cutting all the pepper, leaving the circular slices in neat piles on the cutting board, she moved on to the lemon and gave it its own pile.