[Koltira takes the glass and drinks deeply; he's brought more alcohol, too, though it's red wine instead of vodka. He sets the glass down, arranges everything he's brought neatly on the counter top, and then goes hunting for some utensils. The search produces what he needs: a skillet, a pot, a potato peeler, and some decent-looking knives. He glances at them both as he rinses the skillet in the sink.]
Then he must eat. Have either of you ever peeled a potato?
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Then he must eat. Have either of you ever peeled a potato?