[somewhere between his new friend's subtly gleeful demeanor and "honest" table-manners, Tek finds himself hit with a surprising pang of nostalgia. it's a wistful feeling that quietly follows him to each of these foreign worlds, but it usually goes unfilled. it's a rare day that something actually fits and reminds of things long gone.

he smiles a little too fondly, but it's luckily aimed at the spread of food before him.]

...This reminds me of growing up, actually. I've missed big, carefree meals like this.

[once his sleeves are tugged up and out of the way, he has no reservations about serving himself up a plate of goodies with his hands.]

Really, etiquette gets in the way of so much, especially around good things. The more extravagant the setting, the more reservation one is expected to show while indulging in it. It makes no sense.