Brottstycke 2

“You do realize that you’ve been constantly fiddling with those blasted knives, even through the parts of the speech you were actually supposed to pay attention to”, Morine kindly pointed out to her friend with a voice laced with irritation.
“Yeah, it kept me from wringing that scrawny biddy’s neck”, Iwana explained happily, all the while keeping up with the constant flipping and tossing of her small knives.
“Very diplomatic of you to refrain”, her friend replied dryly while looking anything but impressed.
“Yeah, I thought so too”, the knife-flipping woman said with a proud grin, obviously not too familiar with the concept of sarcasm.