[Ajax's gaze is scrutinizing everything she does with his hand. They're so small against his own, and soft as she manipulates his hand into the right position. His eyes glance over at her face for a moment as she finally gets him in the right spot, before examining exactly how the chopsticks sit in his hand now. If he's careful and doesn't move his hand, he can open and close them correctly, watching as the ends click against each other.]

I'm not supposed to move the bottom stick?

[It definitely was not like he imagined. He thought both would have some sort of play, no wonder he was unable to use them.]

I see...what happens if the rice breaks apart? It doesn't seem like I'd be able to scoop it up with this alone.