"Are you sure you're okay?" Kurt said, wryly, but he didn't press any more. Instead, he took a deep breath and pulled his bowl closer, glaring into its brothy depths with determination.

"Here goes nothing..." The mushrooms bobbed away from his chopsticks on the first couple of tries, but eventually the sticks tentatively closed on one of them. Kurt held his breath as he started to lift it from the bowl. "Yes!" came the whisper of triumph...right before he squeezed just a bit too hard. The mushroom shot out from between his chopsticks and landed forcefully in the broth, which splashed back in his face.

He stared down at the bowl in shock for a moment then began to laugh.