Fletch

You're not an animal.

Okay, so she cares.

She cares about manners, apart from when it's swearing at the table, which apparently she's absolutely fine with.

Yeah.

I don't care about elbows on the table and that weird stuff, but, like, don't be gross.

Just don't be gross at the dinner table, says Louie.

You don't be gross.

My brother bites his fork when he takes a bite and then scrapes his teeth on the middle.

We shouldn't do that.

I mean, mum would lick that knife and cut your tongue, and I'd be like, mum, your bread and butter knives are so blunt, they couldn't cut it.

Get these sharpened.

Teach me a lesson.

I don't really care about table manners, says Niamh, but if you chew with your mouth open, I'm likely to kill you.

Bad table manners is my top ick, says Felicity.

Aisha, I'm fine with elbows on the table as long as I aren't bumping anybody or knocking things over.

Chewing with a mouth closed is essential.

I don't give a damn where the cutlery goes as long as I can reach it.

So that's your fork on your left and your knife on your right, eh?

Sam said, table manners fall by the wayside with the world just completely on fire right now.

Yeah, in the scheme of things.