"Yeah, after Pittsburgh and other places like it... You start to realize that the air can be very different."
Roland looked up at her, slightly surprised to find himself being held by the hands. Moving his hand under her guidance, he figured out how to use them relatively quickly, although some clumsiness would probably remain with him for a long time. Locksmith himself hardly smelled of anything, except perhaps the deodorant he used to eliminate odors that prevented him from concentrating on other things. The smell of oranges, though... There was something pleasant about this unusual (for him) smell. Something that almost made a shadow of a smile flit across his face.
"Well, maybe next time I'll ask for a fork. But today I'll try to manage this."
Shrugging his shoulders with a slight smile, the guy began to gobble up his portion. It would take him a while.
