[Table successfully sat at without further utensil damage. He slips a meatball into his mouth to try and get rid of the taste of porcelain and metal still powdering his teeth.

Not enough.]

They do. But they aren't as good as a well-cooked meal. Not even close.

[...]

Could I, uh... [Not enough. He stuffs another three meatballs into his mouth.] C'ld I ahh'k you ah qu'stion?