Sirius was loudly slurping his noodle soup in the seat across the table, trying to get a handle on the chopsticks. His head was bent over the bowl, and his eyes gleamed in concentration as he fought with the two thin sticks masquerading as utensils. Having finally balanced them in one hand, he brought them down slowly to reach the steaming dinner. He twisted his hand, and stuck his tongue out slightly, determined and seemingly very intent on his goal. Slowly, he clenched his hand to bring the sticks together and just as cautiously brought it up. In between the two sticks were two precious steaming noodles. Sirius's face lit up in triumph and he quickly bent his head down to capture them in his mouth—when his sudden jerk caused the noodles to slip from the grasp and splash back into the sauce, sending up tiny droplets to hit Sirius in the face.
His face scrunched up in frustration and disappointment, and he reached out for his napkin to dry the spots. Collapsing back into his chair, he raised his eyebrow at his companion and glared at him with an aggravated look that said, like you could do any better?
"You're the one that wanted to come here," laughed Remus, relaxing and matching his friend's expression.
Sirius grunted, "Yes, well, that was before I'd learned that the chopsticks were mandatory."
"I'm sure they're not mandatory," Remus rolled his eyes. "Just ask for a fork, why don't you? Or we can wrap the food and get it to go if you're going to act so silly about it."
Pretending to look affronted, Sirius pushed his dinner across the table to Remus and said, "You try eating noodles with chopsticks. Chicken is too easy, of course. You're going to have to challenge yourself."
Shaking his head in exasperation, Remus waved one of the servers over and politely requested a fork, 'for his less than capable friend,' as he put it. Turning back to the table, Remus was met with a very comical sight. Sirius's mouth was gaping, and his eyes were shooting out of his head in disbelief. As Remus's smile stretched into a smug grin, Sirius's in turn changed into a fierce scowl that was relatively frightening. But, Remus knew better, and he rested his chin on clasped hands, still looking infuriatingly smug and happy with himself.
When the server arrived with the fork, they were still in the same positions. Sirius stuttered a thank-you, slightly embarrassed, and pulled his noodles toward himself again, grudgingly using the fork to wrap up the noodles and (successfully) place them into his mouth.
Remus shifted and laid his hands flat on the table. "Better?"
He was rewarded with a one-eyed glare and a suggestion to go do unmentionable things to a purple chicken.
Chuckling, Remus picked up his own chopsticks to continue with his dinner of chicken a-la-something. He would have to avoid the rice, though, if he wanted to be able to face Sirius or go to the restaurant ever again.