Proper Table Manners Novels & Stories

Aurora couldn’t help but find that odd…And a bit too convenient. Maybe there was something more that she had yet to discover. “Are you ready to begin your training?” Agnes asked. “Sure,” Aurora said, handing the locket back to her. Now was not a good time to dig too deep into Agnes’s dirt. She had plenty of time afterward. “Great,” Agnes beamed. She invited Aurora to sit with them by the coffee table and began the lecture. She started off with dining etiquette. A lady should always sit upright with proper posture at the dining table. Avoid slouching or leaning too far back.

I studied it for a moment, thinking back on our lessons over the last week. “The fish fork?” I answered, a little unsure, but still fairly confident. “Exactly!” His face broke out into a large, proud smile. I beamed at the validation. “I’m a pro, I know,” I teased, pretending to boast. Frank shook his head with a chuckle. “Alright, our lessons in cutlery have been going well, let’s see how your dining manners are coming along,” Frank placed two plates on the table and organized the utensils properly.

I never knew I was this hungry until now. I look up to see Grayson giving me a bewild look. Pursing my lip into a thin line I straighten up, dropping the half eaten burger on the white fancy plate. Grayson's rule number seven. *Never rush food, no matter how hungry you are. Always observe your table manner." Wiping my hand with the napkin provided, I pick up the knife and fork on the table, whacking my way through with them. The food seems less tasty using these, but I guess as it is a price I will have to pay.

"This is what we should do!" As soon as he finished speaking, the housekeeper put everything in place and left the living room! Looking at this table full of delicious food, Adeline suddenly felt like he had a huge appetite. "Come on, have a taste of this beef. See if it tastes good." "Thank you!" Although she was so hungry that she almost ate a cow, her good manners told her that girls should eat slowly and not disgrace themselves! If it were in normal times, these damn manners would have been thrown out of the world by her.

Again, I did what I was told. "Remember to use your napkin." "Wait until you’re done chewing to sip or swallow a drink." "Pace yourself with fellow diners. Cut only one piece of food at a time." "Avoid slouching and don’t place your elbows on the table while eating." "Instead of reaching across the table for something, ask for it to be passed to you." "Bring your best self to the meal. Take part in the dinner conversation." She rained remarks on me until I felt ashamed of myself. It stayed the same way for days until I was finally able to eat in peace.

The recording pen beside was playing her instructions just now. "The steak needs to be cut to the appropriate size. Keep your mouth shut while chewing. Use the spoon to drink soup, instead of picking up the bowl directly. During the dinner, the fork and knife should...should be placed like this. When stepping away from the table temporarily, the fork and knife...placed like this way? Is that right?" "Renee, you need to learn as fast as you can. You can't embarrass yourself. You can't have any food until you've grasped all of these rules."

I waited for my heart rate to drop back down to its normal rhythm. “What are you doing here?” “I heard you were taking etiquette lessons from Wendy and I was curious as to how they were going,” he answered calmly. I stifled back a snort. “As you can see they’re not going well.” A light smile touched his lips. “When you’re sitting at a dining table and there’s more than the normal standard amount of forks and knives, generally the utensils that are fanned out the furthest are the ones that correlate to the courses being served,” he explained.

"In silence I must take my seat, And give God thanks before I eat; Must for my food in patient wait, Till I'm asked to hand my plate; With a knife or fork, or napkin ring, I must not play nor must I sing; I must not speak a useless word, For children to be seen, not heard; I must not talk about my food, Nor fret if I don't think it's good; 'I must not say the bread is old, My mouth with food, I must not crowd, Nor while I'm eating speak aloud; Must turn my head to cough or sneeze, And when I ask, Say 'If you please;

He asked. I took the last bite of my meal, swallowed, cleared my throat and frowned. "I've always had table manners, this was just something I needed, to do to help calm my head because you are the most infuriating person I have ever met," I said in one breathe. "That could pull all your meal out of you," he commented and was met with an eye roll. "I don't think you have interacted with enough people to actually say that," He told me. "I have met a lot of people and they aren't half as irritating as you are," i retorted.

It was ugly and dark and consumed me until it goaded me to rise to my feet. Rule number two: Do not display table manners that are anything but perfect. I walked over to her. "No," I said, picking up a large piece of heavily iced cake. "It will look even lovelier with some icing." With that I slammed the cake on her bodice, crushing it until it spread allover her torso. A silent gasp left her mouth gaping openly, her arms suspended halfway in the air. Rule number three: put in word of your achievements whenever the opportunity presents itself.