One more day sounded, in her head, like the worst news ever. She groaned and felt for a moment like she was seventeen again, waiting for the end of the worst school year imaginable. She stepped closer to him and watched as the last of the tomato was unpeeled. Lyra hesitated, for a moment, to do what came next in the food preparation.
"Not enough indeed," she sighed, her wand swishing through the air to slice the tomatoes into halves. On a whim she sets her glass down and turns to face her cabinets. She conducts with her wand using it to coax out of the cabinets fresh jars of spices that dance down to the counter to be used. Then she set her wand down and slipped over to the sink to wash her hands.
"Speaking of getting messy, now is that time. I think we need to remove the seeds and water from these... one day, I want to go to Spain to that strange muggle festival with the tomato fights!"