"Oh... should I cut this thinly, or... I guess for cheeseburgers, the pieces should be flatter..." She mutters mostly to herself as she assesses the vegetable, eventually placing it on the cutting board and getting to work.

"...Well, I... maybe I don't know you that well, but I still think you wouldn't have done anything you have with bad intentions... and even if you did, it's obviously something you're trying to make up for... I don't think what you did is that important, as long as you can acknowledge that it was wrong, and try to move forward and do the right thing..."

She sighs, putting the knife aside for a moment. "I'm sorry. This must all sound so trite. I'm only a teenager, after all... I don't know why I thought I'd have anything meaningful to say to you, or that anything I could say could make you feel better, especially since I don't even know what happened in your past. It's not like I'm one to talk, either... I've done some really cowardly things..."