"You're probably right about that. What sort of message would a fat Knight-Captain send?" Meredith would not only send him up and down the steps, she'd chase him and beat him along the way.

He watched again and decided the knife was probably the best route for him to go. He didn't bite his nails. They just never stayed very long because he was always doing things with his hands or wearing gauntlets. The thumb nails in particular were very short. He fetched one of the knives she had out and returned to watch the rest.

"You make it look so easy." If he thought it smelled good before it was open, now that it was cracked, it was like ambrosia. He hurried to finish his, too, taking care as she warned.