He nodded, pulling two forks out of the drawer. He'd wanted to learn to use chopsticks as soon as he'd realized one used them at all, and he'd stuck with it even through the awkwardness - but it was still awkward, and maybe it was good to have some backups.

"They say we're going to have otters," he said, setting the cartons down on the table. "I'm not sure where they're getting them from, and every time I ask they just look at me like it's a strange question, but." He shrugged. He'd long since accepted that the other segment of Darrow's population operates according to their own peculiar assumptions.