Grace slid out the cutting board and readied the first pepper beneath her knife.  [color=forestgreen]"Right?  I do like my job at this station, but some of my coworkers' tastes in music are so weird!  If I could make my own radio station, it would have a lot of orchestras and symphonies along with the newer techno pieces.  Maybe I could even sneak some of my own violin pieces onto the air!"[/color]  Grace turned to her friend and grinned.  [color=forestgreen]"Just kidding!  Nothing I've made is anywhere close to being ready to share on the radio."[/color]

She turned back to her knife, dicing a stalk of celery with short, rapid strokes.  Then she reached for the onion, though she hesitated a moment when it came under her blade.  After a breath to resolve herself, she started cutting it into strips.