Elise smiled, receiving the plate with her right hand and taking a bruschetta off it. Placing it on her bread plate, she passed the dish to the next person before tuning back towards Professor Cerulean.

Nodding, she took the notes mentally, processing the sounds into pictures. Got it. Raising her hand, Elise beamed. "The food is served on the right and cleared on the left. It's just going with the clockwise motion."

Smiling, she took a small bite of the brushetta. Nice. It was actually almost exactly the way Elise's mom used to make it. So, that almost made El cry, but she stopped herself. It wasn't good etiquette to cry anywhere. It was showing weakness, and weakness was something her father would not stand for.