Once Kevin was up and moving and thus proving that he wasn't going to die (because if he was going to die, he would have just stayed there and done it, of course), Simon skittered over to sit on his other side. Poor, poor Kevin. He immediately fetched the Sesame Chicken from the bag and opened the carton, holding both it and a fork in Kevin's direction.
"Here. I thought a fork would be best since, you know, but I got chopsticks too, if you think you can handle them. Do you want me to get a plate, or are you okay with the carton? Oh, um. Drinks. She gave me a two-liter of Coke because I got so much food. Do you want a cup?"