help me open this jar of mah-yo-nays please
“Oh? I’m flattered you think me capable of such a task.” The awkward pronunciation of the word goes unnoticed by the time traveler. No matter how odd something sounds, there’s no point in pointing it out. She’s the strange one here; there’s every chance that the younger woman simply speaks a modern dialect that Naux is unaccustomed to. It would be remiss to assume she was uneducated. “Here, give me that.”
She rolls up the sleeves of her sweater, takes a deep breath, stretches her fingers to span the lid, then turns it. It takes a few tries and one particularly undignified snort, but she manages to make short work of the condiment, presenting it to the damsel with great pride. “Some would call this my hidden talent. I’ve a knack for opening jars. It’s quite useful, as you can imagine.” She begins to laugh. “You know, I always thought that if I had a second daughter, I’d name her Mayonnaise...May for short, naturally.”
