Howard's on that food like white on proverbial rice. He at least makes an effort not to eat so fast he chokes or load his plate to overflowing. It does a marvelous job of assuaging that ever-present fear that wherever he ends up will be bereft of food.

"So how're you adjusting to normal, non-Ohmmy life?" he asks through a mouthful of the vegetables. Table manners were a bit out of vogue in the FAYZ, and he never bothered to pick them back up on Stacy.