Scraping the goo with the edge of the blade he took each knifeful directly to his mouth, hoping that his atrocious table manners would go unnoticed.

From […] the brighteſt Wines / He'd turn abhorrent.

“You're pretty good at this game,” Lee said.¶ “Got an Elo rating over twenty-six hundred.”¶ “Elo? What's that?”¶ “The FIDE uses it to rank players.”¶ “FIDE?”¶ “Fédération Internationale des Échecs,” Cam said, speaking in an exaggerated French accent.

I know I'm being an oinker but I didn't get lunch today. My ravenous gaze fell to his half-eaten hotdog. You going to finish that?