"Hits the spot," he grunted. "This reindeer is cooked to perfection."
"Isn't it?" Lemina agreed, then lowered her voice. "Berserker, please. Utensils."
"Huh?"
"Look at Archer," she pointed subtly. "Using a knife and fork. How elegant. Maybe the Grail grants table manners?"
"No, it doesn't. But I can manage with Primordial Runes."
"Sorry?"
"Knife, right?"
As she hurriedly stopped Berserker from drawing his own knife, which looked like a large machete, they managed to navigate the rest of the meal, dessert included.

Fate/Lost Einherjar, Chapter 1