It was impossible not to roll her eyes, but Juno smiled at the same time, visibly amused. She was more The Walking Dead and less iZombie, but she had seen a few episodes. Terrible wig, terrible makeup.
"Oh please, you're just saying that 'cause she's cute. She even stayed cute after." and no, Juno did not care one bit that this was a priest she was talking to. As much as Jim mentioned it, it must get tiresome to have it mentioned to him constantly. She snickered at his little protest and approached him. "That's because you're doing it wrong, you need to not be afraid to cut your fingers. Here, Jack showed me the way the pros hold whatever they're cutting."
Not that she had it down pat, especially not with slippery vegetables like tomatoes, but Juno was feeling empowered and knowledgeable, and wanted to help. She nudged him slightly with her hip, leaning her torso to be in front of Jim though not entirely, and put her hand over his, changing the way he positioned his fingers to look just like professional cooks did. Instead of holding the vegetables with his hand sideways, she made him do it with his fingers to the blade. "And then you give some space between where you wanna cut, and where your fingers stop. So then you cut and pull back, cut and pull back...you just gotta find a rhythm. So yeah, you have to go slowly at first because I'll be damned if on my long list of sins that appear written in blood on some magical vellum down in Hell the words 'made an innocent cut his fingers while cooking' will appear."
After a few minutes Juno went back to stirring the veggies, looking back again at Jim when he talked about slumber parties. "We've thrown some cool ones, you and I." she joked. "We should do it again but like, with blanket forts and horror stories we tell with flashlights under our faces. You can tell me scary possession stories. Or scary stories from the Bible!"