Okay! The plate has successfuly landed, Phalanx has been armed with the proper tools, there is one less sock around to potentially fall into something edible. Dinner is served.

Phalanx stands, of course, as it's a good bet that they can only really acknowledge the existence of half of their body at a time. They're good at slouching though, so there doesn't seem to be much of a problem with just kind of hunching up over the plate while they take the first curious jabs at exploring their meal.

They even know which end of the fork to use, how about that?