A sizziling plate of kababs arrived. Even Leda dove in for a bite. As I watched Devi eat, I recalled guiltily that I often used her to describe my characters when it involved nuanced habits around food, the consumption of food.
She had this way of handling finger foods, avoiding getting them under her long manicured nails. Few of us spent as must time or energy grooming our nails, and Devi rarely even visited a manicurist.
She slid a vegetable off the skewer using just her fingertips. Her nails glistened in the natural light happily dancing in the air, like defying the laws of physics, managing to avoid contact with the food while still attached to her fingers. (Find your way out below)