Her lips did twitch, before a soft laugh did come with the latter part of that sentence. Sometimes. Sometimes everyone was something, and sometimes, they were something else. Accepting the fork, Padmé did use it rather like a knife, trying to take a small corner off. And, still attempting the keep the fork for her own use, she did use her own fingers to pick up the piece, and chewed thoughtfully. "Oh. That is rather nice."