The late Pere Artist was OOD one weekend in HMS Hound, or some such corvette-sized ship of the line in about 1954. He was a regular Seaman officer and one of the last to join BRNC aged 13.
An RNR officer joined the ship for a week of sea-training. The officer was of humble birth and somewhat fazed by the massed array of cutlery that faced him for dinner on Sunday evening in the wardroom. There were no other officers aboard.
"Don't worry" said Pere Artist. Follow me and you'll be fine.
Imagine PA's embarrassment when they both reached the cheese course with only a dessert fork and a teaspoon.
PA told the story against himself for many years afterwards. He too was of fairly humble birth but made Commodore, while his sister was a GP and a JP.