Food... THIS was Selina's type of class. It seemed that whatever bad mood the door had put her in earlier was now long forgotten as the soup had been delivered. She picked up the proper spoon and delved into the delicious rich and hearty soup. If it were just a tad thicker she was certain it would have constituted as stew, but it was delicious none-the-less. So she happily ate her soup without slurping as she had been warned and was surprisingly quiet. Then again Selina was always quiet when food was on the table. It was just a reflex.

THEN IT WAS GONE! She was about to raise her hand to ask where the food had gone even though she had virtually finished hers by the time is disappeared when another course came out. It was some kind of fruit salad, but she was distracted by the strawberries inside to listen to the rest of the ingredients. This class kept getting better and better...

She rose her hand to answer her Professors question and said, "Do you leave your utensils on the small plate in each of our settings?"