Merlin glared at Arthur as he picked up the chopsticks like they were the most natural thing in the world, like he'd been eating with sticks his whole life. Prat. Merlin remembered several things from his other self; pot, mp3 players, musicals, a little about the more common technology, and things about Arthur he wouldn't ever say aloud like little ways to make the prince shudder and -- Merlin flushed and narrowed his eyes at the chopsticks again, eventually letting them settle properly between his fingers. He snapped awkwardly, picking at a piece of beef and broccoli, and managing to capture a slice of meat. Merlin grinned and held out the food, quite proud of himself, thank you.
"Dumbest sort of silverware I've ever seen." He said, before eating the beef, and trying to get a mushroom this time. His plate would probably go mostly unused except to catch the food that slipped from his thin wooden grasp. The chopsticks didn't last too long though. Not once he realized eating rice with them piece by piecewould be impossible. Merlin chucked the sticks in the plastic bag, and grabbed two forks from the kitchen. He offered one to Arthur, and went back to tasting the different foods.
"What did you do all day?" He asked absently, wondering if Morgana had dragged him off to see about jobs yet. Merlin wasn't sure he'd know what to do with so much free time, no matter how facinating this place was.