"I wouldn't share blankets with you if you were a fork," Kevin said. "Sharp-ish edges for poking aren't comfortable."
He shifted just a little to accommodate her, a small sleepy smile on his face. Many of his conversations with Su were much more theoretical, deeper discussion, made his mind work more to come up with logical points to add to the intellectual value of it, but he liked that no topic of conversation was impossible with her. Or even improbable.
"I'd be... fingers," he said. "The best kind of silverware is the kind that's not made of silver. Or maybe, like, naan - that Indian bread stuff you eat curry with. Something warm and toasty... not made of cold metal."