Mol let himself be dressed and wondered what the chopsticks would be. When Wu pulled out a pair of, well rounded stick he was surprised. 'Wait so you grab with these' he asked as she showed him. After about a quarter of an hour he had seemed to get the hang of it, but he still didn't like the idea and would be discarding them at the first chance he got. After the lessons were finished he felt like he should show her how he usually ate, so he reached inside the folds of his previous clothing, until he found a pocket, from which he procured an object. It was a deep spoon with what looked like fork tips coming out of the front of it. 'I got tired of using my hands to eat so I fashioned this myself one day, without the orks knowing. They give us access to the forges, to produce items for them of course, but I stole some scrap metal and crafted this. I haven't given it a name but couple it with a dagger and you can eat any meal with no trouble' Mol smiled, proud of his creation, and then placed it on top of his clothes. 'Make sure I can collect that later' he said.