Plate and fork were recovered moments before David's elbow would have sent them crashing to the floor, which left him with a slight dilemma; the kitchen was not on the way to his room, and was therefore far away. On the other hand, while it was likely that no one would notice him putting an empty plate back in the fridge, it also struck David as very bad form. Kitchen it was, then.
He narrowed his eyes at Arla. "Need a hand?" It was asked with slightly more amusement than concern, because she didn't actually look like she was going to fall over. Just ... wobble, slightly. "I should wash this before I forget, but if you come with me, I can walk you home. Give me a chance figure out when I'm free to clean your clock with brightly colored cards."