Arus looked at her and nodded his head. "Okay." He says softly. Not arguing but still would have rathered cooked than be served food. He wasn't used to trusting food that he hadn't prepared. "I'm just nervous because mom and dad would poison me to make me too weak to fight back when I turned thirteen. Not badly but enough I wouldn't have the energy or the strength to be able to run or fight back." He says softly. "I'm just not used to trusting food I haven't personally prepared. Though if William and you trust the food I will as well." He says softly. He looked at his napkin and quickly spread it across his lap. He hadn't known to do that but proceeded to do so now. "Why do you use the outside silverware first?" he asked. He needed to understand so he would remember it correctly.<br/><br/>He looked to William when he spoke. Wondering why until the guy explained it. "I haven't been taught any of this stuff. Mom and Dad wouldn't barely give me bread crusts...I had to beg for food." He whispered softly. Little things that didn't bring up the punishments he faced he could deal with and be able to share. He smiled at James. "Thank you." He says softly. He watched how she used the spoon and mimicked it. Clumsily at first because he ended up spilling some on the table. He blushed in embarressment and hesitantly tried again. Finally managing to do it properly and was tense as if he expected to be scolded for the mess up on the first attempt. He drank the soup in a way that wasn't slurping it. He wanted so hard to be able to keep Hannah in his life so he was trying his best to learn things from her and William.<br/><br/>He continued eating his soup. Occasionally dropping an oyster cracker on top of his spoon to put in his mouth as well. He wasn't sure how well he was doing but was certain William would tell him if he messed up. He was actually enjoying the soup. He hadn't ever had creamy tomato soup. So this was a new experience for him.