@CopperPetal
SarahandQuack when I was at uni, I stayed with a friend at their parents' house. I was brought up with good table manners and to be polite and considerate, but I was paralysed with fright at the sit-down family dinners. They were lofty, intellectual discussions and in-house jokes which I would (like to think I would!) absolutely ace now and, more than that, enjoy (or at least look like I was enjoying

) but although I had dinner round the table with my family growing up, we didn't do the small talk sort of thing. Our table conversation growing up focussed on practical matters, admonishments for tasks not done and basic matters. It was over and done as soon as we'd eaten and we didn't do much laughing and chatting or conversations. My parents (mum in particular) were quite dictatorial and they weren't about to ask or encourage our opinions on any wider matters of interest.
I hadn't realised I was lacking in holding my own personally as I had been brought up to just focus on table manners rather than social skills so I had no natural ease of conversation and felt self-conscious being centre of attention for simply offering a remark or contribution, no matter how inoffensive. My DCs are already a lot more confident than I was at their age, but I really try to encourage that type of chat around the table with them as I know that social skill is really useful.
Ah, see, my parents would talk at dinner and did go in for 'intellectual' conversation with us children, but it was incredibly argumentative.. We
did have long chats sometimes, but I had never learned to have a discussion where you politely conceded someone else's point
The first time I brought my ex-H to meet my family (and we were all of 23 and 21, I think), he was very polite but at some point just cheerfully said 'oh, I am sure I'm wrong then, Mr [SarahAndQuack'sName], but this lamb is delicious, may I ask what your recipe is?.' I am not kidding, it was a watershed moment for me you could just say 'I'm wrong' and move on to another subject.
For ages I found it really hard to understand that, in small talk, you don't have to respond scrupulously honestly and in detail to every question.
Come to think, I was well into my teens before I realised that when people say 'how are you' they really don't want to know. I'd just literally never seen my parents have that social interaction.