[ childe makes a face, but takes the napkin all the same. he sets the case to the chopsticks on his knee, removing them as he quirks an eyebrow; giving zhongli a sidelong glance. ]

Oh yeah? Were you going to?

[ takes a few moments to get the 'proper' grip on his chopsticks. ] Look, Xiansheng, [ holds them up. ] not half bad, eh?