Chopstick Mayhem
John looked at her cross-eyed. "What do you mean 'eat with two sticks'?"
Mulan just smiled at John. "You put them like this," she said, showing him how to hold the chopsticks, "and eat." She put some rice into her mouth easily.
"You honestly expect me to eat with these…chopsticks?" John asked. Mulan glared at him angrily.
"Now look, I tried eating with one of your 'forks' last night! The least you could do is try to eat with chopsticks. They're easier than your fork!" Mulan looked at him intensely, boring through his skull with her gaze.
"Fine," John said; she had a good point. The previous night she had tried to eat pork and beans with a fork, even if she had made a complete mess.
He picked up the chopsticks and tried to pick up some rice. He brought it to his mouth, but by the time the tips were touching his tongue, there was only one grain left. Bits of rice were scattered all around him. Mulan just smiled at him patiently, her eyes laughing for her.
John tried again, trying hard not to let a sigh escape his lips. He got more this time, but he still made a mess.
Ten minutes later, John had only managed to eat a fifth of his dinner and had covered the floor with a soft coating of rice. Mulan smiled at him and handed him a fork.
"You tried," she said kindly to John, "Here's your 'fork.'"
John took the fork gratefully and began to eat the now cold meal. Bliss, he thought, a spoon would work better, but at least it's silverware.
A/N: Hello! About ten minutes ago, I was on the phone with my friend Robin and fiddling with a pair of chopsticks. Then it came to me. What would happen if John had to use chopsticks? I'm a bit bored at the moment, and I don't have a good sledding hill near here, so I wrote this.
-Sophie