He took it off her fork with his own and pondered that for a minute. "My god, and here I was, trying to ignore the existence of them. You know, it wasn't more than a year ago my time that my brother refused to believe in them. In angels, that is. And now one comes and raids his fridge periodically." He smirked and looked her in the eyes, idly waving the fork with the bit of potato gently at her. "My brother is getting the I-told-you-so of his life when I get home."