[ As she starts to assemble the other ingredients, she pauses to look over his shoulder at his work. Hmm. ]

Your grip is too tight.

[ So blunt.

Sliding in beside him, Celes rolls up her sleeves before setting down another cutting board and a bowl filled with what appears to be meat. ]

I don't remember what it's called, but it is a dish we would eat while we were on the road. It's similar to a stew, but much hardier.