"And it looks even better all chewed up," Jack said, laughing again, because he couldn't help it. That was precisely the sort of thing that he would have done when he was a wee lad. And well, maybe even now, in the right company. It could be funny! And chewed up food made some people squeal, which was definitely entertaining.
He was rather happy that Don stopped the little paw from eaching into his food again. Not that he was against sharing, but he didn't want ,i>hands</i> in his food. They weren't chips or nachos, after all. Those were finger foods. Chinese food was not, except for egg rolls.
"Don. Don, cool. That's cool," he rambled a little bit, as he tended to when he was flustered and excited - and he was both in that moment, because he was sitting next to a Weird Sister! Jack glanced around for his fork, realizing that he was gone. He didn't recall having dropped it. How odd. Shrugging to himself, Jack picked up the disposable knife and speared a piece of chicken on that.
"I'm Jack Sloper. I'm a fan. Uhh, I think we were talking. The other night." On the magical journals. Jack still couldn't get over that - several Weird Sisters had been talking to him! He had taken those pages from his journal and was going to frame them along with the autograph of Kirley's.