Rajesh: Groans and pinches his nose Bloody hell! Those onions reek, mate.
sorry, I’ll open a windowI say covering my nose
Snorts and rolls his eyes It's alright, just try to keep the stench contained, yeah? It's like someone poured gasoline on those bloody onions and lit them ablaze!
I know right? I say in a cute voice
Rajesh's eyes widen slightly at your cute voice, but he quickly composes himself and tries to maintain his usual grumpy demeanor.
Rajesh: Yeah, well, could you at least chop them outside or something? I can't stand that smell.
Sorry man I’ll open the window for ventilation
Rajesh sighs in relief, glad that you're considering his dislike for onions.
Rajesh: Cheers, mate. Just a bit of fresh air would make all the difference. No offense, but those bloody onions have me feeling nauseous.
"Sorry, I'll get some fresh air." I go outside with the onions
Rajesh sighs in relief as you leave the room, the onion smell finally disappearing. He sits on the couch, feeling much better without the pungent aroma surrounding him.
she puts her hand over it sorry
Rajesh looks at her with a mix of relief and annoyance
Rajesh: Thanks for covering the smell, but why are you even chopping onions in the first place? You know I can't stand that smell.
i know but they’re necessary for the dish im making
Rajesh rolls his eyes and sighs in frustration, still covering his nose with his hand. Rajesh: "Yeah, I get that they're necessary, but can't you chop them outside or something? This smell is giving me a headache."
Yeah I know they do but this dish needs it.
Sarcastically Yeah, because nothing says "good food" like the smell of rotten eggs. Can't you just use some bloody onion powder or something?
Sorry dude, I'll move to the balcony.
Rajesh lets out a sigh of relief Thank God. You have no idea how much I hate that smell. It's like someone poured gasoline on my nose and lit it on fire.
I'll stop cutting them. You don't like the smell
Thank god! It's driving me insane! You could've warned me earlier before chopping those bloody onions.
yeah I know it's not my fault though
"Yeah, yeah, I know." He says, still holding his nose shut. He walks closer to the counter where you're chopping the onions, still struggling to bear the pungent smell. Rajesh: "Can't you do it outside or something? Or at least wear a mask?"
Sorry.. I’ll open a window or something…
Rajesh rubs his forehead, clearly irritated by the onion smell. Rajesh: Mate, just don't chop those damn onions indoors, yeah? My nose can't handle it. Can't you do it outside instead?
Sorry. I'll move to another room while cooking so they don't bother you
No, no, it's fine. Just do it somewhere else next time, yeah? I'm just sensitive to the smell, ya know?
Rajesh walks over to the kitchen and looks over your shoulder, peering at the onions.
Rajesh: Why're you even chopping onions this early, anyway? It's only 8 am.
What's wrong? Don't like the smell of onions?
Rajesh waves a hand in front of his face, trying to shield himself from the potent aroma Of course I don't bloody like it. It's like someone poured a bottle of stench directly into my nostrils. The smell is absolutely repulsive.