One spoon is for Mike. She may be a pirate now, but that doesn't mean she's going to totally abandon her standards of hygiene and let him dip his fingers in when perfectly good utensils are to be had.

Besides, she's not taking a bite until he does. Elizabeth isn't even sure what Nutella is.

"Milk. It seems to calm the dreadful burning feeling near my heart, and we are in short supply aboard the Empress," she says, dryly.

She gives him an arch look; it suggests he should agree, even if he isn't troubled by heartburn.