Since he hadn't complained, she let her arm tighten just slightly, shifting closer so her nose was almost touching his back. But not quite, of course.
"No, I'm not a fork." She paused. "A cracker? I don't know. Crackers are salty. Am I salty? I don't think I'm salty I think I'm like... sweet and also sour. Like... something that is sweet and sour, I don't know."
Her brow furrowed just slightly at the mention of mosquitoes. "Mosquitoes like all blood, though, even animals. I don't know if that's a good indication of whether you taste good or not. We need some sort of experiment to figure out if you taste good. Or what you taste like. Ideas?"