Simon proffered the skewered potsticker at April before he tapped the fork letting it slide off the tines and onto April's bare hand.  The potsticker was still a bit hot and not just warm.  It gave off a bit of steam in her hand and Simon rested the bare tines against his lips curled up with amusement.  "Your poor nipple must be frozen stiff.  Why do you warm it up by putting the potsticker against it to warm it up until it's nice and soft again.  Then I may let you eat it."<br/><br/>As he waited for April's response, he forked another potsticker and popped it into his mouth.  Mmm, as usual Three Pearls made good potstickers that could be reheated easily.  Simon looked at April wondering when she would follow his order.