Edgard looks around the room, trying to assess the best place to keep a fork. The desk seems the most likely. He wipes his hand across it. It's very clean, probably not somewhere someone's been eating. But, who's to say that Isaac isn't very clean? Or perhaps he didn't want to use a gift fork?

He is tempted to look at the pile of papers, but he's not here to spy, he just needs that fork. He thumbs through them just to make sure no fork lies there. It doesn't.

He squats down to the drawers.