Ribbon didn't need to make a show of good manners. That was one of the perks of being called a monster. No one expected you to make much small talk and they tended toward avoiding you once your mood started to deteriorate. It never took long for that to happen with her. Ribbon didn't very much like crowds, it was too many people in too little space. She liked to have a lot of room to herself. Considering she could extend her reach to cover a football field, this was not to be unexpected. Then of course there was her hearing which was being sorely abused throughout this gathering.
Forge was right about not standing between her and food. Standing between her and food meant she would go through you for the food she wanted. While she did have enough sense to know that this wasn't completely necessary she often did it anyway just because it was easier for her and more terrifying to others.
Fights always go well, Ribbon signed at Forge, not knowing if he would understand at all. Most people didn't understand international sign language. Fischer has marshmallows in his pocket. I can have when this is over. No Father was not above bribing her to behave. Then again, if a bag of marshmallows was all it took to keep her from snatching an arm off of someone, then it was a well bought bag.
She continued to eat even as she signed, one of the blessings of having no need to use your mouth to talk. A minute later, another waiter returned, this one coming directly to the table nearest to Forge and Ribbon and put a platter down on it, more shrimp if she wanted it. Apparently the kitchen staff was also trying to make peace with the monster. If she had what she wanted, she didn't have to scare anyone half to death to get what she wants.