There were plates and utensils set to one side, but Ferrol much preferred using chopsticks and eating out of containers. He was very proficient with chopsticks and loved the Chinese cuisine, even if the langauge was one he had trouble wrapping himself around.
"Sweet and sour chicken," he said promptly, picking up the container with it. "Though General Chou's chicken comes in a close second." He popped a piece in his mouth with his chopsticks.
He plucked one out with his fingers, though, and held it out toward her. "Want to try it?" he asked playfully, hoping that he'd be able to feed her. That was always so much fun, and she was so close to him, barely covered. It was distracting.
"What about you?" he asked. "What's your favourite, blue eyes?" His smile was charming.