Ethics & Etiquette - 1st Period - 7/13

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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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Tara, shrugging, wandered over to Bobby, since he looked sort of familiar. "Are you working with anybody yet?"

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"Nope," Bobby shook his head. "I am totally available," he said, spreading his arms wide.

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"Totally?" Tara smiled. "Cool. There are a lot of pieces to keep track of without somebody to help."

She waggled her fingers in half a wave. "I'm Tara."

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[longislandiceme]

"Bobby," he grinned at her. "This whole... two or three of everything is uh, more than I'm used to. Not really a formal dinners kind of guy."

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[life_inshadow]

"I know, at home it's plate, fork, knife, spoon, glass and you're done," Tara said. "This is like ... Thanksgiving on steroids."

She eyed the supplies. "I can start putting down the plates and glasses if you do the silverware."

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"Sure," Bobby nodded agreeably. "Do we wanna do formal or informal? Even if informal is already more formal than either of us is used to, really."

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"How big of a mess do we want to make when we pull the tablecloth off?" Tara wondered, as she started to place the plates. "'Cause, uh, I'm a little worried about too many glasses going flying."