Team fortress 2: world of magic and random crossovers XD

Table manners

3rd person

Blu spy looked hopelessly at the opened door. Crystal facepalmed at the face pyro made when she is trying to pronouce whatever spy said.

"You've got a plan?" Spy asked." You know me spy, I've always got a plan," I added.

Crystal decided to save speech improvement for another time and moved on. The Pyro's next lesson would involve table manners. Fortunately, they were not outstandingly egregious; she usually chewed quietly with her mouth closed, and was not overly loud or clumsy. Unfortunately, there were other problems.

Crystal and the blu Spy sat across from each other, as Pyro sat at the head of the table.

"Which fork is first?" She asked.

"Start from the outside, and as the meal progresses, work your way in," replied Blu spy.

Ms pauling served a plate of actual meal right now. "Show us how you eat," requested Crystal.

Asking someone if you can watch them eat is really quite awkward, normally makes them very uncomfortable, and is generally a social no-no. However, the Pyro was not your typical person, was not in a typical social situation, and so only...slightly miffed by the request.

Her mastication itself was well enough, but posture was a whole other story. Slouched over her plate, elbows on the table, holding the utensils incorrectly, bringing the plate up to her lips-the list went on and on.

"Ma'am-you hold the fork in your left hand and the knife in your right," quipped ms pauling.

"Of all the things I'm doin' wrong...I've been doin' the whole 'eating' thing wrong my whole life, too?"

"W-well, yes, by the widely accepted standards of etiquette."

Pyro sighed deeply. "Well, that's okay, that's what ya here for, pal! So I can learn to do things the fancy-schmancy way."

"Straighten your back while eating, s'il vous plaît. And under no circumstances should you put your elbows on the table," remarked Bly Spy. Crystal was so hungry that she ordered herself a plate so pyro could learn from her.

After following the advice of her 'fancy-schmancy' coaches, the woman was beginning to get the hang of high-class table manners.

"Alright, let's go back. We still gotta huge day ahead of us," said Pyro, as an idea clicked in her head. The Spy noticed her grin and wondered what was brewing in that head of hers.

"Hey, Spy!"

"Wha-"

"I'll race ya back! READYSETGO!"

Spy quirked his eyebrow as the woman took off the other way, her heavy-duty fireboots thumping against the pavement. He absolutely hated running, but his pride was at stake here. He couldn't lose a race to a woman...though this was certainly no ordinary woman.

With that, he took off after her into the night. Crystal heard them. She couldn't sleep either, it wouldn't matter, she dosen't have anything tommorrow, she'd have her dress and box of make up by the next next day. She looked at the stars. Its been a long time since she came to new york too. She thought back of the days she travel to almost everywhere with her friends but never with her father... she really craved for today....