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How do you define perfection?
The dish slipped from mittened hands, falling in slow motion until it shattered against the floor, spilling soup across the hardwood.
What is the value in reaching it?
"I spent so long making that, I can't believe I dropped it!" Adrian said, slightly panicky.
Is it possible to be perfect in all ways, at all times?
"It's done," Franziska said. "All we can do is clean this up."
Adrian sighed. "I'm sorry."
What happens if you aren't?
"Next time you make it," Franziska said, "you will be more familiar with the recipe, and you will be less stressed and hurried, and the soup will be even better than it would have been tonight."
Are there other ways you could accomplish the same ends?
"I guess." Adrian nudged a piece of porcelain with her foot. "I still would've rather just eaten this batch and not wasted it."
"We have plenty of food," Franziska said, planting a gentle kiss in her hair. "We'll find something easier to prepare for tonight once we have this sorted."
Is it easier to accept imperfection in other people than it is in yourself?