Tuck did much the same, getting every last bacon crumb in, and licking the bowl clean. He didn't even care that it didn't look distinguished, it meant he was pulling off the look of being deprived of taste.
"It's working," Tuck breathed, as he licked his fingers clean. "Repeating the words are working. God, imagine what we could get for dinner," he groaned, and put his hand on his belly. "What would you want, if you could have anything to eat?"