Paul merely laughed at what he figured she would consider a faux pas on her part.  Hoping to put her immediately at ease and remove any traces of embarrassment, he stated, “I take your eagerness and hunger as a compliment to the chef.  I really do.  So no worries about any napkin usage.”  For emphasis, he dabbed at his own mouth.<br/><br/>Careful, Old Man.  She might think you’re referring to something else.  About the eagerness and hunger, I mean.  Shut it, was Paul’s quick response.<br/><br/>While she continued to enjoy her bowl of chili goodness, he said to her that if she was up for seconds, he would be the one to refill their bowls.  Charlette nodded in agreement.<br/><br/>Careful, Old Man.  She might think you’re referring to. . . .  I said shut it.  Man, some people just never knew when to shut the hell up.<br/><br/>Seconds, Old Man?  You sure about that?  Oh, right.  You’re still talking about the chili.  Paul focused on his food before him, trying to ignore (and failing) The Voice.