Anna stared at the napkin in front of her as if it had suddenly sprouted legs and arms and was attempting to bite anyone in sight. The napkin goes in your...lap? Ewwww. What happens when you get some kind of sauce or chicken or something weird like that on your napkin? Do you still throw it in your lap? Anna wanted to ask the professor about that, but she didn't dare. She figured real ladies didn't even eat things that would dirty up their napkins. And if they did, they probably didn't get it all over their mouths.

Shrugging, she followed Professor Rae's lead, placing the napkin into her lap just so. She sat stiff as a board, afraid that if she moved too much she'd scoot her chair or drop her napkin.