Coal to Diamonds [Tennis]

I sit down at the table, picking up the fork awkwardly in my only three-fingered hand. The food look so incredibly good, let me tell you – my mouth is watering and the glorious smell of it is just making my stomach hurt. I need to eat and I can hardly work with this fork but I figured it out. I stab the slab of meat and lift it up, lowering my head and sawing at it with my teeth. I can’t use a fork and a knife at the same time so I silently hope that Ronald and his family forgives me for bad manners. I wasn’t raised up savagely like this, I promise. I chew and swallow quickly, eager to wolf down the food when Ronald introduces me to his family. I quickly set down the steak and give a respectful nod to both of them.

I wait for just a few more moments before starting to gnaw on the steak again, hungry as I always am. I wish I could taste it better, though; probably one of the biggest downfalls to be an Avox is not being able to taste food. Of course, not being able to talk is the worst part about it. Before I know it I’ve downed the majority of the steak and my jaws are tired from all the chewing but it feels good to have something in my belly, even if I ate it a little too fast. I’ll probably regret it later but I honestly don’t care. I polish off the rest of the steak, setting my fork down and smiling.