"So what kind of fork is this, Kyoko?"
"One that's not big enough for steak."
"Close enough."
Hitomi was frantically trying to get Kyoko up to speed on proper table manners, it was only a matter of time before her family would want to meet her. They'd thrown such a fuss when they first heard their little girl was in love with another girl, and while she'd managed to calm them they'd eventually want to see any potential new family member at a formal dinner.
Kyoko's rough charms and boyishness were the kind of thing Hitomi really went for, but her family would only see these rugged, wonderful qualities as flaws and if the chemistry they'd been having for the past year was going to go anywhere in the future she wanted badly to have her family's approval.
The redhead was trying her hardest but for quite awhile now the only processes she had to go through involving food was shoving it into her mouth unceremoniously and looking for the next morsel to repeat the process. So many different forks and spoons just seemed like a hassle but she had at least gotten the general idea of what was what.
"Rich people turn eating into school, why?" Groaning and laying her head on the table, she'd find herself face-to-face with Hitomi when she looked up. Resting her forehead gently against that of her girlfriend's, she'd close her eyes.
"So what happens if your folks don't like me?" It was rare to hear Kyoko really worry about anything, and Hitomi wanted nothing more than to soothe her fears. Gently kissing her, she would push aside the various forks and spoons and take a seat in front of her on the table.
"They just won't be invited to the wedding, that's all."
