It's kind of like Dejah talking about her close relationship with her people: silverware's a Front thing, and it's just weird to think of someone like her eating with her fingers.
Curtis can't quite get his hand to move that short, final distance from the box to his mouth. He starts rolling one of the pancake fragments between his fingers, squishing it into a tiny sausage of dough.
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It's kind of like Dejah talking about her close relationship with her people: silverware's a Front thing, and it's just weird to think of someone like her eating with her fingers.
Curtis can't quite get his hand to move that short, final distance from the box to his mouth. He starts rolling one of the pancake fragments between his fingers, squishing it into a tiny sausage of dough.