At least he could take some comfort in knowing if he did have to serve food, the order of the courses would always be the same. He might not ever get how to set the table down with that many forks and spoons, but he could remember the order of the dishes.
Turning his attention back to his soup, Bastian had to adjust his grip on the spoon. This new grip he was using was awkward, and he nearly dropped his spoon. He managed to catch it before it hit the soup and made a mess. Furrowing his brows, he just stopped himself from making a frustrated grunt and finished his soup. He watched as both Beron and Andraste Sedai wiped their mouths with the corner of their napkins just as he brought the back of his hand up.
Looking from the Ji’val to the Aes Sedai, he cleared his throat as he followed their lead and used his napkin instead of the back of his hand. The other Ji’val seemed to be right at home relative to him, making him feel even more out of his depth.