The classroom this week had been shifted around a bit. On one side, Hannibal had set out a table with chairs around it and a cloth over it, making as good an approximation of a dinner table as was possible. He hadn't used his finest china, but good dishes and silver nevertheless. On the other side of the room, a neat plaid blanket was spread out, with a well-crafted wicker basket in the middle. The dishes in it were sturdier, and the silverware plainer.

"This week, we're not talking about food." He chuckled. "Not precisely. Instead, we're talking about how other things relate to food." He waved from one side of the classroom to the other. "What sorts of food does each of these settings demand? What sorts of conversation and manners? What culture do you expect of each?"

Between the two halves, he'd set up a few other desks; all the food was laid out there. "This week, you need not choose. Sit where you like; move between the two. But think about this - when you choose your food and seat, is it only because of taste? Or is there a reason you prefer one over the other? What behavior do you feel is warranted in each place? What is most appropriate and most comfortable? Let's discuss that."