He settles next to him and chooses his potato and a small peeling knife. He doesn’t have a lot of peeling experience. Most things go into the pot in their entirety. At least that is what he thought.

He starts to slowly peel away the skin, taking care to avoid hurting himself. Not that it would matter. He doesn’t feel pain. But he wouldn’t want to bleed over dinner.

“Are we to do this entire basket of them?”