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The students had ~~handwavily~~ been notified to meet in the Danger Shop this week. Upon entering, they would find their teachers standing among some dining tables. "Good morning, class," Steve said. "Today we're going to talk about table etiquette."

"Which is when you use napkins and all that Pretty Woman stuff. Though I doubt any of you are hookers with a heart of gold..." Although the chick who ran the flower shop was.

"Wade!" Steve said, sounding somewhat scandalized. Then he remembered who he was dealing with here and decided moving along would be the better part of valor. "You should always use napkins, of course, but proper dining etiquette is more complicated than that. It involves knowing how to properly set a table, as well as which utensils to use for which foods. It's kind of a pain," he admitted, "but it can help to smooth the way in a social situation."

"Or just confuse the crap outta ya and make you start to wonder if this was just a bourgeois plot to keep the man down," Deadpool added helpfully. "The tablecloth is there for a reason, right? Why waste a perfectly good napkin when you have that? And a shrimp fork? Really? Really?"

"The tablecloth is there for a reason, but to substitute for a napkin is not it," Steve said. "As far as place settings go, please refer to this diagram, which will help you understand what goes where and when to use each utensil. Utensils are arranged basically in the order they'll be used."

Deadpool rolled his eyes. "Blah blah blah boringcakes. How about we actually do something? Can we have 'em set the table and then yank the tablecloth off? It'll teach them poise."

Or how to clean up smashed china. One of those. "Yes, everyone pick a table, then set it for four either formally or informally," Steve said. "Then..." he gestured to his co-teacher to let him finish the assignment.

"Bill Murray that shiznat up!" Deadpool said cheerfully. "Work in groups of... say... two. That's a good, solid number. Not a lonely number at all. That would be one."

"What?" Steve asked him blankly. Then he realized giving Deadpool an opening was a bad idea and said, "It doesn't matter. Everyone pair up and get to work."

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Such as it be.

Adora took notes about the diagram thinking this activity could be very useful when attending dinners at Castle Bright Moon.

Of course, she never managed to finish a meal when she sat down to one there. Huh.

Rose facepalmed throughout the lecture. She so shouldn't have tempted fates last week over the stupid table settings bit. She was a bodyguard, dammit. Not a servant.

Elle was glad she'd been sitting near Rose today, because that meant she got to lean over and whisper, "You suck. This is all your fault."

"It totally is," Rose whispered back, a look of horror on her face. "I don't have magic! What the hell?"

Elle just glared at her a little before flailing. "Too much silverware!"

"Well, perfect timing for asking the teacher about stabbing someone with a teaspoon," Rose pointed out.

Elle's eyes lit up. "That's right!"

Zack managed to suppress a groan. After his shift at Fina yesterday, he had been more than happy to be away from dishes for a while.

As far as diagrams and all that shit, it was stuff Eva had known about since she was old enough for her grandmother to teach her. She didn't have the mouth for a very nice dinner table, but she did have the manners for one.

Nevertheless, she paid attention for anything she might have forgotten or anything new.

At least this was pretty easy, right? Even if Angela was doubtful she'd ever need to lay a table this exactly again once this was done.

As usual, this class was weird, and she kind of wished she had remembered to go through with those plans she'd had with Rose. It might have worked!

Hannibal thought he could deal with all this, even girly as it was, after this weekend. He was so freaking thankful not to be followed around by two girls who kept hanging all over him.

Tara knew how to set a table, even if this was fancier than what she was used to. Still, she took a couple notes during the lecture.

Elle already knew about table settings, not that she'd ever had to set one. But she knew.

She wasn't in a favorable mood this morning so didn't particularly care one way or the other. She jotted down a few notes anyway.

Esme sat with her arms folded, and one eyebrow raised, as if to say You might have me listening, but if you think I'm setting a table, you've got another thought coming.

Only with worse grammar.

Jon just stared at the diagram. He was only suppose to know how to act at those damn dinners, not set them up.

Agnes looked at the diagram dubiously. Whoever had drawn it up had a MUCH different idea of "informal" than she did.

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