"You're sitting," Vax pointed out constructively from around his continuation of the meat pie. "It's not a leisurely activity. You've got to get the right posture for the follow-through, at least while you're still figuring it out."

"Stand." He knew it was all babble to her, so Vax slowly exaggerated his gestures as he rose from his own seat, set back his shoulders to draw the line of his torso upright, put his weight on his rear heel, and mimed the throw of his fork - without releasing, of course.