He picks up his own mug and goes to refill it, and then finds a much smaller knife. Used for cutting the peel off fruit. It came as part of something he'd bought ages before. A dressing, or some sort of kit, he couldn't quite remember.

But it was petite, and he'd never really used it. Resting it carefully beside the other knives on the newspaper, he sat down and sipped.

"Careful, it is very sharp."