"Reward?"  Simon clucked his tongue in disapproval as he frowned.  "This is your punishment, there is no reward.  So for that, I don't think you'll get to eat anything yet."  He skewered a potsticker with the fork, the fried skin cracking audibly as the steel penetrated it releasing another gout of hot steam.  Simon brought it close to his mouth as if about to take a bite out of it before pausing.  "April, open your hand."  He ordered, idly twirling the skewered potsticker as he smiled at April.