Oh dear. Nikita thought to herself when she saw the astonishing array of silverware. It was all so shiny and distracting, she wondered if she'd remember even the simple directions of working from the outside in.

Shrimp forks...that would be potentially bad if there was a serving of shrimp, Nikita being allergic to it. She raised her hand. "Professor, what if you're allergic to something? Should you just tell the hostess and not eat it?