Not everything is about sex, you know

Salt. Pepper. Deployed paper napkin. I’m preparing psychologically to bite into a humongously rare and juicy burger; but bits and layers and slices are falling out of it. I try to tuck everything back in with my knife. Stay, onion slices!

Use your hands! Says J, never short of original ideas.
No.
Why not?
Because. I don’t know.
It says a lot about your approach to food, you know.
Mmm.
And your approach to life, too. Too afraid to use your hands. You won’t use your hands, and sometimes you’ve got a headache, too, I s’ppose?

I put my knife down. It’s a matter of pride.