At the breakfast table, N got up to go fetch something from the cutlery drawer.
“You may be excused from the table, Papa,” Klara announced royally.
Neither N nor I are from a social class where you have to be excused from the table, so we found this hilarious. We are both from a social class where people move around, get up, sit down, go fetch things constantly while at the table. Our eating experience is a lot more fluid, and I mean it in a nice way only.