Nikita winced a bit. Vulgar Americans? Having grown up in America, she had learned to use forks their way. She turned the fork prongs down for practice. It felt very, very strange. Sighing, she put down the fork and dipped her spoon into the soup and tasted it. At least they were being fed in this class. And the formal dress, that was nice too. I'll have to get one like this, Nikita thought. Dressing up wasn't all as bad as she had thought. And it was nice not to have to worry about being offensive by avoiding any shellfish.

Nikita felt grateful to the Professor for making this entertaining and serving delicious food. With any other professor, this class could very easily have been torture.