"You need to practice. You're sloppy." Though Arthur gladly set his pair of chopsticks down when Merlin gave in and went for forks. He spooned out some rice onto his plate and ate it slowly, debating the taste. It wasn't bad with a little bit of sauce, just not something he'd decide to eat on his own every day.
He leaned back against the sofa and watched Merlin bend over the boxes to poke at the content of each paper box.
"I was out with Morgana. She's insistent on finding me employment. Or getting me hit by a car. I'm not sure what her motives are anymore."