Proper Table Manners Novels & Stories

It was so good—too good—but he’d made only a little, probably so I wouldn’t overeat. “Hey! Eat slowly, will you?” he scolded as I chewed rapidly. “It’s so delicious,” I said, my mouth still full. “Don’t talk while eating. It’s bad manners. Why don’t you listen?” “You’re so annoying,” I replied, resisting the urge to laugh. His no-talking rule during meals was too much. I chewed loudly. I used my hands for the meat instead of cutlery—just to test him—but he ignored all my antics.

I woke up at 6 o'clock to attend my court etiquette class with Lady Arianne where she taught me the basics of proper behavior, manners, and protocols to follow in royal settings. “Don't slouch!” she blurted, hitting my back with a thin stick. I followed her abruptly, struggling to balance the books on top of my head. Apparently, this is the way to train correct posture for women. This is torture! Even at lunch, I wasn't able to escape the code of table manners. Lady Arianne taught me about all the utensils and plates found in a dining setting. At first. i couldn't understand why there has to be more than one spoon in one meal, but she enlightened me by explaining their individual purposes.

It was at that moment, Nora noticed the plate Lillian was holding, and before she could say a word, Nora rushed to her and grabbed the plate from her hand. Lillian, who had no idea what was happening, looked at Nora angrily. “And what is the meaning of that?” Lillian questioned, her voice rising a bit. “Don't tell me you ate the entire cupcake. I had kept it inside the fridge for a reason.” Nora yelled, her jaw clenching. She moved to the fridge and opened it, but her thoughts were right. “Do you just go around, eating what belongs to other people?” She fired. “I had no idea they were yours, I was so hungry.” Lillian tried to explain as she tried to pick up the can of milk, but Nora jerked h

"Don't eat too much. I'm sure your husband would prefer you not fat. It would be unsightly," Robert commented as Hermione began serving herself from the dishes on the table. Hermione's hand hovered in the air for a second before she withdrew it, sticking to the plain rice and vegetables she had managed to gather on her plate. She picked up her fork quietly and began to eat. "Don't eat too fast either. Have you entirely forgotten basic table manners?" Robert berated again.

Sera at the far end, looking small and out of place, Ezra by her side. No one speaks. The silence is suffocating. Sera reaches for her water glass. Her hand trembles slightly. "Is that how you hold a glass?" Mom's voice cuts through the quiet. "I suppose proper etiquette wasn't taught where you come from." Sera's hand freezes. She sets the glass down carefully. "The napkin goes on your lap, dear," Mom continues, her tone dripping with false sweetness. "Not on the table." Sera's face flushes. She picks up the napkin and spreads it across her lap, her movements stiff.

Derek suggested. “Alright, pops, sounds good,” Gavin replied, and I glanced at him and smiled awkwardly. Patting my hand, he told me that I would do well, and I muttered, “If you say so.” “Dear! Sit up straight and elbows off the table. You will be dining with the highest-ranking wolves of the entire planet and will be expected to have certain table manners,” Josephine asserted with her fork pointed in my direction. Scooting my chair forward I sat up more stiffly and lifted my arm from resting on the table.

Oh, my, the food was so good that I couldn't resist and sat straight on my seat while devouring the taste through my tongue. It's like heaven! Pure heaven! He coughed! But I did look up at him. I was too busy enjoying my burger. He coughed again! "What Mr Jensen? What do you want now?" He looked tense and angry at the same moment, his jaw was clenched. What?? Does he want to?? He took 2 long strides just to reach the end of the other side of the table and close to me. "You know Ms Brooke, it's basic etiquette to ask or to offer another person the same food you are eating!"

We were to be able to dance in several ballroom genres, including the waltz, the two-step, and the tango. We were to speak well and know just what topics were and weren’t acceptable in various situations. We were to learn the basics of giving a speech and proposing a toast. We were to know how to match foods and wines, how to serve tea, how to behave on social media, and how to have our photo taken. It made my head spin. For some reason, manners involving food took priority, and we met in the mess hall. The instructor led us to carts of tablecloths, dishes, cutlery, and napkins and elaborately explained their function and means of display.

Naturally, she complained when she saw how much she had yet to learn—a complaint Raven overheard. “If you want this, I won’t stop you. Just don’t overburden yourself. In my opinion, half of these table manners rules are nonsense,” Raven remarked, playfully pinching Gia’s nose. Sophie disagreed with Raven’s statement but kept her thoughts to herself. She stepped back a little from the dining table, leaving Raven alone with Gia. “I’ll be fine. Memorizing forks is nothing compared to memorizing the locations of dozens of major nerves in the human body,” Gia said with a confident snap of her fingers.

They were almost done with the food anyway. “Mommy, Aunt Ruby. You two are having bad table manners,” the child complained. Not only has her mother warned her to eat like a lady and eat with good table manners, but she has also told her not to talk while eating but here she was talking with Aunt Ruby as if they weren't having a meal at all. “Ruby, see?” “I'll take care of it.” “Don't worry about us Sie Sie. Only adults like us can talk at times when eating: when it comes to children like you, you have to keep quiet while eating, okay?”