Fandom: Professor Layton
Word Count: 541
Disclaimer: I don't own Professor Layton. Or his top-hat of awesome.
Teaser: Eating at fancy dinners can be a very daunting experience.
Luke was a boy who had not had a great deal of experience with fancy parties or high dining or anything of the sort before he came to stay with the Professor. All right, to tell the truth, he had absolutely NO experience whatsoever with things like that. If there was more than one fork and one spoon on the table, he sometimes got a little bit confused.
Oh, he was proficient in basic manners, the kind of thing one actually used in one’s day to day life. And he had learned some things here and there along the way as he had gone on all his travels and adventures with Professor Layton. But still, every once in a while they would encounter some sort of occasion that would leave Luke staring blankly at the odd assortment of plates, bowls, cups, and utensils that made up a single place setting.
Now was one of those times.
It was a gala ball being thrown by someone of the nobility (Luke had no idea what the occasion was that would warrant such a party, but he had decided not to worry about it too much), and everyone was dressed up. Luke himself was wearing a nice suit; it was a bit less comfortable than his usual blue blazer and cap ensemble. And he was seated between his mentor and the newest member adopted into their odd little family, Flora Reinhold. She had only been with them for a few weeks, and when she had learned of the party, she had shyly asked if she could go with them, a request that the Professor had happily agreed to.
Layton was chatting with his other neighbor, something about a high-profile puzzle that the Professor had recently solved. Luke watched for a moment, then turned to see how Flora was doing. She was such a shy girl, even around him and the Professor. He hoped she was holding up in this sort of setting…
Flora was smiling at the person on her other side. She was holding up the plate from her place setting and examining the pretty blue ceramic with a very practiced eye. “It’s Wedgwood, isn’t it?” she said. “It’s lovely.”
…oh yes. Flora was the daughter of a Baron. She probably knew a thing or three about fancy parties and holding highbrow conversations like that.
Which meant that Luke was on his own. Wonderful.
So he busied himself once again with studying the wide array of things in front of him. To pass a few seconds, he started counting. He ultimately counted eight pieces of silverware (three forks, three spoons, and two knives, all in different sizes), three plates (two of which were stacked), two glasses, and a napkin. And a place card with his name on it.
After a moment, he tapped his mentor on the shoulder. “Professor?”
Layton was a few seconds longer in finishing the conversation with his neighbor before turning back to his apprentice. “What is it, Luke?”
He pointed at the place setting. “Why does it have to be so complicated?”
Layton opened his mouth, then closed it again. He opened it one more time, and this time he finally said, “To be honest, Luke…I have no idea.”