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 Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 7:16 pm
"Oh, good," Barth said, smiling back. "We're in the same boat, then. My dad's a Gluttony demon. We do a lot of eating. Well, he does a lot of eating. Not a lot of setting tables, though."
Barth reviewed the utensils, then his mental map.
"Guess we should start with the dinner plate, then err, work our way outward. ...This is a Dinner setting, isn't it? I think there's a different set of rules for Second Brunch. And Dessert-dessert."
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 7:26 pm
"It looks like a dinner setting," Siddie agreed. She paused a moment in picking up the dinner plate. "Second brunch? Does that have a setting all its own?" She'd never even heard of second brunch; that probably meant that either there was much more to formal dining than she knew, or that Gluttony demons had their own rules as to when and how many meals were served daily. Or both. "Soup bowl on the dinner plate, utensils in order of the courses, except the butter knife, which goes on the bread plate ... " She arranged the various pieces of the place setting, glancing to Barth for confirmation as she placed them.  There were two utensils left over. Siddie frowned at the setting, then at the dessert fork and spoon she held. "Don't these usually come in with the dessert course?" she asked, and offered them to him for inspection.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 7:30 pm
Riley had no idea who her partner was, and so she carefully moved out of her seat to go stand beside him. Charlie, is it? She said, holding her hand out. It's lovely to meet you. I'm Riley. I suppose we'll be working together on this little project. Remain seated - I will hand you the tools necessary to place, so that you may do so. I should warn you, however, I don't use things such as these.. She twirled a fork in her fingertips, the silver gleaming in a blur. At least, not for consumption. They kind of look like weapons to me, but I know what they're for. If you see something wrong, please feel free to correct me. Let us try this, shall we?
She handed him the largest of plates, the dinner plate. Let's start with what's basic. This should go in the middle, obviously. And.. we may put the smaller version on top. She passed the salad plate as she said this, and then gave him the bread plate to place atop that as well. She liked the way things looked stacked - perhaps that was not correct, but it certainly saved space. In fact, she continued handing him things to stack. This bowl looks like it would fit nicely on top of the plates. She handed him the soup bowl. There now, each dish can be used and then discarded in order. I'm sure that's correct.
Now she moved on to the weapons utensils.. Why are there multiple versions of the same tool? She held up the four kinds of forks, and then put them one on top of another in size order. She really did seem to like stacking. She did the same with the three knives, and two spoons, before passing Charlie the stacks at each turn.
Not to mention three glasses.. do the upper class usually feel the need to imbibe three separate liquids during a meal? She handed him all three glasses, haphazardly. Just.. put them wherever you like, Charlie. I can't imagine how they should be fashioned.
Last, but not least, she held the napkin in her hand. Her eyes sparkled brightly. Now this I know I have seen. Watch carefully. With a few quick, slight tricks of hand, Riley had fashioned the napkin into a beautiful fan shape. She splayed it out and handed it to Charlie to put wherever he felt fit.
Do you think we have it?
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 7:52 pm
"No fish forks with Second Brunch, definitely. Do these utensils look...small to you?"
He accepted the dessert spoon and dessert fork she handed back to him.
Definitely small.
"That's right. Those come in with the dessert plate. They'd just get in the way during the main course. We'll leave them out of the setting. Don't think you're supposed to have more than three of...forks, or spoons, or knives, or whichever on the table anyway."
He surveyed their place setting, cataloging the choices.
"Forks look alright, as long as you're serving the fish first and the salad last. Cutting side of the knives are towards the plate and lined up with their matching forks, good. Soup spoon's ready and available. Don't know about the wine glasses, Sloth demons don't take alcohol very well, as a rule. And err, I'm too young to have any, anyway. Bread and Salad plates look...familiar."
Something was missing, though. And not the dessert utensils.
"...Did you see the dinner shovel anywhere? I'm pretty sure there's supposed to be a shovel."
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 7:59 pm
Siddie nodded. "That sounds right. And it looks right, I think. Mama lets me have a little wine sometimes," she said thoughtfully. "But not much." Truthfully, she wasn't even sure she liked wine, but she wasn't about to admit that out loud.
"Um ... dinner shovel?" Siddie tapped her forefinger on her bottom lip, blinking. "I don't think I've ever seen one of those. I guess if it's not in the setting assignment, we don't have to worry about it?" she ventured.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 8:02 pm
Malodore looked around until it spotted its partner LW - ah, a werewolf, unless it missed its guess! It got up and walked over to the she-wolf, giving her a cordial nod as it approached. "Buon giorno - I am Malodore, and you are Little Wolfe, yes?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 8:09 pm
Where was that voice coming from? The purple tentacled demon next to him? Did she have a mouth hidden some where else on her body? If Charlies eyes were more open then it would be clear he was inspecting Riley very carefully in search of the invisible mouth that was now communicating with him. Either that or it would look like he was checking the demon out. The fact that Riley was communicating via telepathy was beyond the young pink haired demon. The voice must have been coming from some where under those clothes right? I mean that was where she was hiding her mouth. Had to be. Charlie felt him self jolt back inside his body from his wonderings about the mysterious mouth when Riley handed the task over to him. "H-huh.. You want me to .. well alright." He grabbed the cups and neatly placed them around the work Riley had done. So far so good, at least Charlie thought. Then the demon moved on to the knives placing them inside the bowl Riley had put on top of the plates. ... This was boring.... The demon randomly tossed the rest at random. Some how the napkin and the fork entangled mid toss forming a rather displeased looking ghost like figure. Charlie was sure to place small top hats, which he got from god knows where, on what he could. Sadly the demon didn't have enough for everything. Hopefully the teacher wouldn't notice the lack of top hats.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 8:14 pm
"I bet you're right," Barth said. "Don't see a blood chalice, either. I am allowed to have a little of that. We mostly get it out whenever we have vampires over."
He'd like more of these assignments where you didn't actually have to get up. This particular assignment did seem slanted towards society demons. Or monsters with rich parents. As a society demon (of a sort) he wasn't complaining. And they had just done a cultural assignment.
It should be interesting to see how the other species handled meal times.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 8:15 pm
Riley had retained a sense of calm when she worked through the little assignment. It was a welcome distraction from the turmoil she'd been experiencing in the class earlier, and Charlie seemed like a nice enough-
-Wh.. what just. What. Why did you throw all the silverwear!? Her eyes widened as she watched her perfect little stacks of silverwear go flying, right into the lovely fan napkin she'd made, turning it into some kind of devious - was that thing glaring at her?! - monstrocity.
Why, Charlie? She barely squeaked out, horrified. Why!
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 8:18 pm
"Alright, good," nodded Jericho, sounding a bit less unhappy as he had a little bit of hope they had gotten something right here. Of course, he didn't know that Colette had just about as much experience as he did on this matter, but it was all good most likely.
Glancing around to see how other pairs were doing, he raised an eyebrow as he saw a variety of different 'answers' for this task. Barth's and Ren's sets looked a little more like their own, but there were some notable differences still.
"Eh," he shrugged. Maybe the others were wrong. Yeah, that had to be it. Either way, it wasn't like he'd be using this knowledge all that much or if at all. Looking back to the set up he had done, he added, "I hope we don't actually have to do any 'proper' eating here."
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 8:24 pm
Charlie gave the purple tentacled demon a smile.
"It was really boring bro. Needed some more fancy and some more not boring." He poked one of the knifes with his hand covered in sleeve, "See now its a hot tub party. A fancy hot tub party. "
As if to add to the scene, Charlie did spirit fingers from under his sleeves.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 8:38 pm
LW was eying the table and shot a couple glances towards Ren. She was totally going to get him back for her homework. Though his wasn't much better. And she hadn't drawn in his! The gryphon just got...bored. Like she did. Speaking of bored, what were they doing today? The stuff out on the dance floor had her wary, but also curious.
As Ms. Winter explained, her eyes got a little wide. They...had to set the...table? Oh man. This, was not a good thing. The she-wolf could safely claim she was not schooled in this area. Her family never really set the table. Of course having seven kids kind of made that hard for her parents to have nice civil dinners...
Wait, they were in pairs? Oh Jack! She hoped she got someone that new somewhat how to set a table. She tilted her head, not recognizing the name she was paired with. So when Malodore approached her, the she-wolf blinked up at...him? Her? What the heck? "Umm, yes. Yes I'm Little-Wolfe! You can call me LW for short." She grinned up at...whatever this thing was. "Pleasure to meet you, Malodore."
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 8:45 pm
Malodore opened its beak in a smile. "Shall we? I am afraid my knowledge of metal implements leans more towards the surgical than the culinary, but I am sure between us we can figure something out." It walked over to where the items were laid out, immediately picking up a seafood knife. "Ah, I see. Excellent for shelling... which of these glasses do you suppose is for red wine?" It clinked one of the goblets with a claw, making it chime (though not perfectly; how good of a crystal would YOU give to Amityville students?).
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 8:51 pm
But.. the.. my..
Riley sagged in defeat, and reached out to grab one of the spare chairs to sit next to Charlie.
The professor will be most displeased with our display. She murmured sadly. My version would have been much more acceptable..
She picked up the tiny top hat from the napkin and placed it on her finger. These are a rather nice touch though.
While distracting him with finger puppets, she tried to organize the forks back into an orderly stack.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 8:58 pm
The finger puppet attempt was enough to grab the young pink haired demons attention. Charlie was pleased that this purple tentacled demon ghoul was impressed with his own little touch.
"I don't mean to brag but..." He glanced over as Riley attempted to 'fix' the demons attempts to be fancy. "HEY! Don't break up the hot tub party man. Things are getting fancy hot up in there!"
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