[ childe couldn't be more disappointed in himself. again, he's failed to use his chopsticks to any impressive degree. he sighs, dejected, his shoulders slumping inward. ]

[ but zhongli is there to grab another dumpling and offer it to him, so it's hard to stay upset for very long. he leans over to gnab the food, eating it with a smile. ]

I don't think I'll have to worry about that as long as you're here. But... let me try again. [ going to make another attempt, adjusting his grip on the chopsticks to start and slowly but surely reach for another morsel. ] How's this? [ he's concentrating incredibly hard. ]