Somehow, Nevin should not have been surprised that the catgirl decided to sit herself down on his lap when she got her food. In truth, he really, really should not have been surprised. But, despite that, when she sat down on his lap he went very stiff and still. Which only got worse when the girl wriggled in his lap, shifting things around beneath her. The redhead let out a slightly strangled groan and thumped his head against her back and took a moment to gather himself.
Flick. Flick. Flick. Nevin bit the tip of his tongue to prevent a sneeze, and opened his eyes to see the very edge of soft blue fur dancing beneath his nose, twitching in a pattern. At the top of each flick, the very ends of the fur brushed against the bottom of his nose, and he had to suppress the urge to sneeze again. He slowly, carefully sat back, doing his best not to move and make his aggravated situation worse than it already was. With this minor success under his belt no do not think about that area, he carefully reached around Eteri, cradling her in his arms as he picked up his bowl again. Eating over her shoulder was a bit awkward, but manageable thanks to long arms and forks. Wait - he has an advantage here!
Nevin smirked behind her and set his bowl down, then wrapped his arms around Eteri's waist. "What do? No eat? I eat your chick-" Before she could finish that, red threads emerged from his shoulders and wove together, and one set carefully picked up the bowl while the other adhered to the fork and lifted it up as well. Now with two extra limbs to work with, and these ones having far more reach than his normal arms, he was able to resume eating without issue - though he did stick his tongue out at Eteri when she turned her head around to pout at him over being denied the opportunity to steal the rest of his chicken.
