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This was absolutely hopeless. Riley put the tiny top hat back on the napkin, cleared a nice spot on the table, and slammed her head into it. She was done.

Everything was going well until all hell broke loose. Christof tried to run, several people got involved in it, Calder suddenly freaked out at Riley and then everyone jumped on his case...maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. She slouched further into her chair and rubbed her temples, glad that at least none of this was Her fault. She wasn't causing any trouble, chaos, problems, nothing..she wasn't drawing anyone's attention...this was okay! Sort of. This was supposed to be an etiquette class, and not everyone was acting accordingly. Finally Ms. Winters gave the class her attention and Junko sat up straight again, looking down at the book as it was put in front of her. Simple things? She could do that. Junko liked to think she was relatively well off as it was as far as behavior went, though she realized she wasn't perfect.

Junko's gaze turned down to Calder when Ms. Winters paired them, blinking a bit. Okay...so they just had to set a table? How hard could that be? She got up to wander over to the boil, smiling warmly. So he had a freakout...Junko would pretend nothing happened for his sake! "Soooooo..do you know how to set a table, Calder?" If he didn't then Junko was fine taking on the brunt of the work. How hard could it be? Plate, bowl, chopsticks, spoon..maybe a knife...

He has been muffing till Ms. Winters addressed them and, to his relief, did not jump on anyone for being loud. Glad he managed to get past that concern, he looked at the floating book that was shown to them, but not given just yet. There was the hanging promise of homework, and he wondering if it would be easy or just miserable work. This class wasn't turning out exactly how he would have thought, and he really didn't like the seating arrangements anymore.

It was good that they were finally paired off, given a task, and he didn't have to sit next to the meanie ghoul anymore. Flicking his tail, he walked over to his and Junko's assigned table, and he looked over what had to be the strangest assortment of utensils, plates, and cups he had ever seen. First off, they were glass. His family didn't own class. They tended to break things too easily at their house – namely him – that they had given up and moved to tin. They even used tin saucers. They didn't even OWN plates because all their meals had some sort of broth or juice in it. Soups, stews, or just very marinated meats. Moisture was key in kelpie cuisine.

So why so much? "We don’t' even use this stuff at my house. Well, maybe the saucer……..why do they need so many cups?" He took one and worried he might drop it, set it back down. "Well, she wouldn't give us all of this if didn't need it….right?" He asked, lifting up the smallest fork he had ever seen. "So…….." he reached over and took a large handful of silverware, not caring if the forks and knives meshed together. "…it just needs to go on the table." Clearly that was the point.

Malodore watched LW as she placed the china and the glasses, nodding occasionally at her choice of placement... but when it came to the utensils, the plague doctor smoothly stepped in. "Allow me," it murmured, studying them carefully. "And no need to apologize, what you have seems perfectly logical..."

Now, the utensils. Malodore tilted its head to one side as it examined each piece. "I believe the general principle is to place the utensils one uses first furthest away from the plate... let me see..." It arranged the forks in the order of the dishes - first salad, then seafood, then dinner - then did the same with the knives and spoon on the right of the plate. "The direction of the knife blades is also important, I'm told, though I don't quite remember if they face in or out... I'll pick one."

At last, the place setting was complete. "This does seem an excessive amount of dishes," the plague doctor remarked as it studied its handiwork. "People who eat like this must have very sturdy, weight-bearing tables."

Calder was sure that whatever was on the table had to be used in their place setting, and he was going to do just that. Sure, he didn't get why there were duplicates of everything in different sizes, but who was he to say they didn't need it. A lot of people were strange here and if it was one thing Ms. Winters was talking about, it was that everyone was different. They all ate differently too. For once, he never even saw what chopsticks were until Junko showed him, and while he was shoveling everything to his chest to grab as much as he could, he stopped to look at her.

"You eat with sticks?" He said, finding that a little weird. Well, if she liked sticks, he had plenty. He just didn’t see how stabbing something with a stick and eating it off of there was going to work well. Using her hands would have been much easier. Odd.

Grabbing a mound, he looked at her when she addressed the neat aspect. "Um…okay. Want to make the table neat while I bring some things over?" He asked, trying to work what Junko didn't have in her hands on his own. It was a lot of stuff and he certainly was no waiter.

He expected that she would start making things into piles, but apparently there was a more specific setting that she had in mind. When he felt they were on the same page, he turned about with EVERYTHING left on the table piled in his arms, and he went over as delicately as he could, and then came to the table. Once there, he dumped everything on the table – with care mind you – but dumped on top nonetheless. He didn't even see her place setting as he hadn't been able to look over all the silverware and plates, not to mention an extra cup.

Once he was done, he pushed what utensils were about to fall and grabbed the cup before it crashed to the ground. Pushing the cup into a free spot, he looked up. "Well that was easy." He said, clearly feeling they were done here.

Something was wrong, and confused, Calder started at the girl, then at the table (looked fine still), and then back at his partner. When she started to mutter, he moved his ear in closer to hear and then looked back at the table. "Place setting?" He repeated, and then wondered where this place setting was.

Frowning, he reached into the top pile of dishes and pushed them out towards the edge and looked back at her, hoping he cleared enough off to the side (and dangerously close to the sides mind you) that she could see what she was looking for. "Is...Is that better?" He wasn't sure what she was looking for or had.

Some boils and ghouls were raised learning the basics of high society and knew little bits of trivia, such as working your way from the outside of your dishes inwards. These same boils and ghouls may also know to eat with their napkin, and to always say "Please," and "Thank You" when eating.

Merope wasn't raised with manners. He was raised in a clan of giant seamonsters that were well over a hundred feet long that caught and ate whatever they could find after harvesting them for spare parts as per their orders. Not only that, they didn't even use utensils.

The undead sea serpent picked up a dinglehopper fork and looked at it uncertainly, glancing over at Alessa. "Um," he ventured, "I can give it a try first, I guess...?"

He was really, really unsure of himself and couldn't resist looking at the other students' settings. He quite like Charlie's, but would it be obvious if he copied the pink haired boy's work?

Thankfully, at the school's creepatarium he knew some of the basics. The plate went down first in the middle, the napkin off to one side, then the fork, utensils, and... Hey, wouldn't it look better if he did this instead...?

As soon as he placed the last item, he took a step back from the place to admire his handiwork. Then he looked to Alessa. "Think that looks good? Or should some things be moved around...?"