[and then i got covid >_< it's been a week, i tell you. sorry for the delay!
Ming Yi seemed to use these with such ease, Neuvillette had thought he'd simply be able to pick them up and mimic what he was doing well enough. That had obviously failed miserably. Neuvillette doesn't seem at all bothered or flustered as Ming Yi steps into his space and helps maneuver the chopsticks in his hand to be held correctly. Both of them have long, elegant fingers, his own slender hands not so different from Ming Yi's. His focus is intense as he watches and then attempts to move the two sticks. It's still slightly clumsy but passable and with more practice he shouldn't struggle too much.]
I assume these have a name? What are they called where you're from?
I'm only familiar with knives, forks and spoons - of varying sizes, of course, depending on what one is eating.
[He tilts his head, neutral expression bordering on concern as what Ming Yi has said soaks in.] They don't remember? That is... odd. As is our sudden arrival to this place. Wherever we are.
[He reaches forward, struggling to pick up a dumpling. It practically looks like he's going to glare it between the chopsticks his gaze is so intense, but he eventually does manage to get a decent hold of one dumpling and then two more, transferring them to his plate.]
[ ooc: Nooo! ;o; I hope the rest of the year goes up from there!! No more sickness... ;; ]
[ Satisfied that Neuvillette seems to be maneuvering the chopsticks decently enough, Ming Yi steps out of his space and returns to his own seat (and his own plate). ]
Chopsticks. [ He answers simply, then looks up at Neuvillette's explanation, and, with a somewhat despondent look in his eyes, thinks that it's rather fortunate to be eating food that only requires one, two utensils at most. ] The ones that you eat with only come in a single size; the larger ones are for cooking.
If we ever meet at a restaurant with the cutlery you're familiar with, you'll need to teach me the same.
[ And perhaps that will be quite the feast, to accommodate so many pieces of cutlery.
The other subject, however, is more concerning. ]
It is odd. [ Though his eyes fall to Neuvillette's hand and watch as he transfers the dumplings to his plate, and watching him succeed, he feels mildly glad for his companion. It turns out that one doesn't forget being an older brother. It would be embarrassing to praise a grown man, however. ] I'm not sure where this is myself. That itself may still be outside of our understanding...
A very pragmatic name. [He approves. And, as he slowly gets the hang of maneuvering them, he can appreciate how easy they are to maneuver, like an extension of one's fingers.] Only one size? Although saying so may earn me the ire of those who are fond of ceremony, I would much prefer one size of utensil rather than the complicated system of what one can use with which course.
[Neuvillette glances over at his new acquaintance before giving him a nod.] It would be my pleasure. I hope there is an opportunity to do so.
[Which brings them back to just how long they'll be stuck here. It's quite the predicament.] I have been to other realms before, places outside of... of existence? Or perhaps outside of the normal plane of existence. This does strike me as something similar. But knowing that isn't at all helpful in solving how to leave, I'm afraid.
As far as problems that can be solved... I am curious. I enjoy soup... but surely you don't use chopsticks for liquids.
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Ming Yi seemed to use these with such ease, Neuvillette had thought he'd simply be able to pick them up and mimic what he was doing well enough. That had obviously failed miserably. Neuvillette doesn't seem at all bothered or flustered as Ming Yi steps into his space and helps maneuver the chopsticks in his hand to be held correctly. Both of them have long, elegant fingers, his own slender hands not so different from Ming Yi's. His focus is intense as he watches and then attempts to move the two sticks. It's still slightly clumsy but passable and with more practice he shouldn't struggle too much.]
I assume these have a name? What are they called where you're from?
I'm only familiar with knives, forks and spoons - of varying sizes, of course, depending on what one is eating.
[He tilts his head, neutral expression bordering on concern as what Ming Yi has said soaks in.] They don't remember? That is... odd. As is our sudden arrival to this place. Wherever we are.
[He reaches forward, struggling to pick up a dumpling. It practically looks like he's going to glare it between the chopsticks his gaze is so intense, but he eventually does manage to get a decent hold of one dumpling and then two more, transferring them to his plate.]
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[ Satisfied that Neuvillette seems to be maneuvering the chopsticks decently enough, Ming Yi steps out of his space and returns to his own seat (and his own plate). ]
Chopsticks. [ He answers simply, then looks up at Neuvillette's explanation, and, with a somewhat despondent look in his eyes, thinks that it's rather fortunate to be eating food that only requires one, two utensils at most. ] The ones that you eat with only come in a single size; the larger ones are for cooking.
If we ever meet at a restaurant with the cutlery you're familiar with, you'll need to teach me the same.
[ And perhaps that will be quite the feast, to accommodate so many pieces of cutlery.
The other subject, however, is more concerning. ]
It is odd. [ Though his eyes fall to Neuvillette's hand and watch as he transfers the dumplings to his plate, and watching him succeed, he feels mildly glad for his companion. It turns out that one doesn't forget being an older brother. It would be embarrassing to praise a grown man, however. ] I'm not sure where this is myself. That itself may still be outside of our understanding...
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A very pragmatic name. [He approves. And, as he slowly gets the hang of maneuvering them, he can appreciate how easy they are to maneuver, like an extension of one's fingers.] Only one size? Although saying so may earn me the ire of those who are fond of ceremony, I would much prefer one size of utensil rather than the complicated system of what one can use with which course.
[Neuvillette glances over at his new acquaintance before giving him a nod.] It would be my pleasure. I hope there is an opportunity to do so.
[Which brings them back to just how long they'll be stuck here. It's quite the predicament.] I have been to other realms before, places outside of... of existence? Or perhaps outside of the normal plane of existence. This does strike me as something similar. But knowing that isn't at all helpful in solving how to leave, I'm afraid.
As far as problems that can be solved... I am curious. I enjoy soup... but surely you don't use chopsticks for liquids.