In Atton's defense, he... didn't really have a lot of cutlery to go around in general. Forks. Bread knives. There was a spoon squirreled away somewhere.

"All that matters is, I should be up and going for class," he said. "Maybe make a trip back to the Temple in the mean time if there's anything going on there, I don't know. I'd been hoping this place would be quiet."

Slink off, deal with his wounds by himself, rifle through his brain until everything got nice and locked away back where it belonged.