“It is mutton. Am I not using a mutton fork? Our Manners Mistress will believe you’re an imposter if you don’t recognize a mutton fork when…”
“When I don’t see one.” He was laughing.
“It could only be a mutton fork!”
“See how my fingers are bunched together at the top of the stem.” I reached up and caught Char’s hand. It was square and large.
I extended my index finger. “My finger is the fork. You grasp it so.” I arranged his fingers around mine. His grip was firm. “That’s the only correct way to hold a mutton fork.”
- Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine