Kurumi had been a little too overwhelmed by the table setting diagram and glancing between it and her own table setting, trying to match everything up, to be able to answer the next series of questions. Seven courses? That certainly was a lot and Kurumi knew she wouldn't be able to eat it all...and that would be rude, right? What if something that was served this evening was something she was allergic to? Then what was she supposed to do?! Was it proper etiquette to eat it without a fuss, or was there a proper way to turn down a certain dish?

Kurumi glanced nervously at her napkin and picked it up, unfolding it and resting it on her lap. Glancing up at the levitating plate above her table. She looked back at their table, noticing its rounded shape and became even more confused by her question. "Professor," Kurumi said with her hand raised. "Where do we begin passing from? Usually, when the tables are square there is someone sitting at the head of the table who gets dishes serves first...but we are at round ones." Kurumi knew where the head of the table was in accordance to the customs she grew up with, but this was already so different from everything she knew. She couldn't really pass from left to right...or right to left...whichever way it was without knowing where everything started.

At least she was sitting now. No need to worry about tumbling and twisting her ankle in her heels.