Erika laughed at him, deciding there was no reason to stand on ceremony. And there was certainly nothing to be hesitant over -- she had been looking forward to this night since he had disappeared inside his own car after their picnic.
Peering into the boxes, she asked, "Now, what should we try first?" The aroma of cooked vegetables and spiced meat rose from the boxes, and Erika paused a moment to bask in the combined aromas. "Do you actually use the chopsticks or are they just for show?"
She was chopstick-challenged, and she didn't mind admitting it. She wasn't sure if it was something to do with her fingers or her wrists or both, but she was more likely to take out an eye than to eat her fill.
"I'm afraid I'll have to use a fork," she said, reaching for the instrument with a slight shrug and a laugh. "It's less dangerous."