Kevin wasn't sure he objected to groping as much as Su did, though he did like her rule about permission. He was too lethargic to even be slightly startled by the touch, though, and she was right, he was pretty sure that didn't qualify as groping.
"Mm, okay," he said, smiling into the blanket that covered his face. "Only because you're not a fork. But if you're not a fork, what are you? Maybe a nice... cracker. You're funny like a cracker."
He liked the idea of being bread instead of silverware. Though, why did he want to be a piece of silverware again? He couldn't even remember. "I don't think I taste like naan," he said. "But mosquitoes love me, so I can't taste that bad."