Mandy, too, preferred eating out of the containers with chopsticks. It was how she and Aunt Natalie had done it for years, and how she and her father and done it before. So, she snagged the second set and scooped up a bit of the food in her container.
"Mmm, sure," she said after she swallowed the bite. She leaned forward, the shirt parting a bit more, her breast peeking out. Setting her own container aside, she wrapped her lips around the chicken, pulling it into her mouth. Her hand grasped his before he could pull it away and, after swallowing the chicken, her eyes locked on his, she sucked his finger into his mouth, cleaning the sauce off it. Then she sucked the sauce off his thumb.
She stayed leaned toward him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "The sweet and sour chicken," she answered as she reached for the container. He seemed to realize her goal though, and held it away from her. Chuckling, she swung her leg to the other side of his lap, straddling him as she tried to reach the container.