Working quickly, Moonbyul helped Jisoo into her uniform. To be honest, Jisoo probably could have gotten dressed more quickly by herself - Moonbyul was kind of clumsy, and tended to accidentally unfasten as many buttons as she fastened. When they finally had everything ready, they rushed down the stairs and skidded to a stop at the end of the line of students just as the second bell rang. Jisoo looked out of the corner of her eye at her classmates and tried to emulate their perfect posture: Head up, shoulders back, spine straight, and so forth. Just then Madame Park entered the room and began walking down the line of students, inspecting them. "Yes... yes... yes... very nice... Rose, your dress is getting a little tight. Until further notice you have to take a walk between breakfast and the start of class, and you shall have no desert on odd-numbered days... Stand up straight, Lisa - no slouching... Much better than yesterday, Moonbyul..." And then Madame Park was standing in front of Jisoo. She looked Jisoo over from top to bottom and back again. "Hmmm... some minor adjustments needed to uniform and posture, but all in all not bad for your first day."   Madame Park opened the double doors at the end of the parlor, revealing the dining room, all silver and crystal, with more candles than Jisoo had ever seen in one room. "OK girls, file in and take your seats." Jisoo started to panic - she had no idea which was her seat! Trying to still her heart, she watched the others file in and tried to figure out which one would be hers. It ended up being rather simple - the students filed down opposite sides of the table, left, right, left, right, and so on. Those at the head of the line sat near the head of the table, while Jisoo, as the last person in line, sat at the very end of the table. Observing the others, she stood behind her chair, hands demurely clasped in front of her, and waited.   Madame Park took her seat at the head of the table, then told the girls "You may be seated."   Moving quickly, but without seeming to rush, the girls all sat down in their chairs. Jisoo tried to emulate the others, but she knew she didn't quite have the hang of it when her chair made a scrape sound as she scooted it in. Ignoring Jisoo, Madame Park turned to Moonbyul. "After dinner, 10 minutes practice getting into and out of a chair." Jisoo felt horrible. Her first evening at school had barely started and she had already gotten her roommate punished. She resolved to try even harder to be perfect the rest of the meal. Looking down, her stomach sank: Rather than the spoon and chopsticks she was expecting, there was a knife and an assortment of spoons on the right side of her plate and an assortment of what could only be forks on the left side. She had read about this in Miss Jane Austen's books, but she had no idea how to actually use them.   Madame Park rang a little bell that sat on the table by her plate and two servant girls came in, bearing trays with bowls of soup. After placing a bowl in front of each person, they bowed to Madame Park and left the room.   Madame Park looked up and down the table. "Can anyone tell me what kind of soup this is?"   The girl near the head of the table who Jisoo assumed must by Jennie piped up right away. "It's French onion soup, ma'am."   "Very good. And can any of you tell me how Jennie knew that?"   This time Solar answered. "By the cheese and bread floating on top of it, and the smell of beef broth and onions."   "Very good. Remember, girls: Even if your life never depends on you knowing these things, the success of your mission very well could."   Mission? This was the first Jisoo had heard of any sort of mission! She looked across the table at Moonbyul, who simply mouthed "Later," then turned her attention back to Madame Park.   "You may begin."   Copying the other students, Jisoo picked up the spoon furthest from the plate and began eating. The soup was wonderful - it coated the inside of with a fatty lushness that made every soup she'd had before seem thin and watery by comparison. If all the food here at Madame Park's was this good, she understood why Rose was gaining weight, and hoped it didn't happen to her. Much sooner than she would have liked, the bowl was empty. Jisoo momentarily wished for more of the delicious soup, but upon surveying the number of spoons and forks remaining, she reflected it was probably a good thing that there wasn't more of the soup. Before the meal ended they had been quizzed on and then eaten a cold salad, a poached fish, beef Wellington with au gratin potatoes, a cheese and charcuterie tray, and tiramisu which, it being an odd-numbered day, Rose didn't get any of. Jisoo was able to recognize the beef Wellington from having read about it, so she was able to answer one question, but when she mis-identified the potatoes she and Moonbyul were sentenced to 20 minutes in the library looking at cookery magazines, to be served as soon as they finished their 10 minutes of chair practice. Jisoo quietly apologized to Moonbyul, who told her it was okay. She was introduced to her neighbor, who was Hwasa, and Moonbyul's neighbor, who was Wheein, and if they hadn't spent the entire meal in fear of further punishment from Madame Park, it would have been quite an enjoyable meal.       "And that's ten minutes," Moonbyul said.   "I never could have imagined there was so much to learn about getting into and out of a chair," said Jisoo.   "Oh, this is nothing," Moonbyul replied. "My first night here the chair made a horrible screeching noise as I p