Kurumi's eyes widened when more food was handed to her table...and it was a big piece of meat. Kurumi picked up her knife and fork. Wasn't there a proper way to cut these that didn't have to do with the size of the portion but about the way in which you cut it? With the grain or against the grain? She seemed to remember her mother scolding her about that. Unsure of what to do, Kurumi set her fork and knife down, leaning against her plate and looked up. You didn't just...stop eating and push your plate forward?

"Do you...fold your napkin and set it on the table?" People were talking about silverware and whatnot, but any fancy dinner Kurumi had been to had only ever had chopsticks and when you were done you just rested them on your chopstick holder.