fandomhigh | Adventuring Survival Tactics, March 30. Period 4

The Doctor's classroom looked rather odd, given the new splattered paint scheme on the walls. Bean bag chairs for the students again, but there was no TV program to watch, alas.

"Now that you all should feel comfortable with the concept of snatching the pebble from the master's hand, I have one of the most important lessons of survival for you all. It's rather simple. Don't go hungry, if you can avoid it. An army marches on its stomach, and an adventurer who skips meals is an adventurer who ends up alerting guards with their rumbling stomach. The rules are easy. Don't refuse a free meal unless you're pretty certain it's been poisoned. Free drinks, always accept them if they come in some sort of sealed form, but if they're mixing you a cocktail or Kool-Aid, be careful. Being able to stomach live grubs can save your life. Catching, killing, and cleaning your own wild game can be handy, but so can knowing how to hijack an ATM so you can buy a hot meal from a food vendor cart. Foods that make you gassy are a bad plan. Too much grease means you'll have to run to the bathroom at inopportune times. Keep hydrated. There's no such thing as too much fiber in your diet. And the most important of all, always carry some sort of sweets on you. Always handy, that. Oh, and don't forget the food pyramid, and if you're in such dire position as you are considering drinking your own urine and or eating your mate, well, sucks to be you."

The Doctor smiled. "Any questions?"

After answering any questions, the Doctor spoke up again. "Talk to your neighbors about food. That's right. Something. Even if it is contemplating eating your mate or anything ridiculous like that. Should be fun, right?"

The Doctor clapped his hands. "Go on, get to it."

And that was class.

[ooc: Up omgearly so I don't forget it. I'll be AFK most of tommorow at temp job, alas, but I'll grab pings when I can!]

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Jack started to laugh. "I made you blush!" he chortled. "I didn't know I could still do that."

Isabel thwapped him and rolled her eyes. "With you being sick all week I got out of practice. What would you have said if I told you that dessert was my favorite part of the meal?"

"I'd tell you you were a very wise woman," he replied, still grinning over making her blush. "Because it doesn't matter how good dinner is, it's only ever a warm up for the main event."

Still annoyed with herself for blushing, Isabel smiled at Jack. "I see. So when do I get to cook you dinner?" she asked, managing to keep her face straight, although her eyes were laughing.

And there was no way Jack, after a near week cooped up in his room, was going to take that as anything but a challenge. Mindful they were in class, he limited himself to rolling to his knees and leaning over to plant his hands on either side of her. "Why? What did you have in mind?" He smiled slowly. "Maybe something sweet and spicy?

Laughing, she gaving him a quick kiss on the nose then pushed him back. "I think I can manage that. One night next week? For you and Cedric? Some chili or something?"

Laughing, Jack flopped down onto the beanbag, snagging her hand to kiss it. "That sounds great, Izzy. I'll bring the dessert."

"Sounds like a plan," Isabel said, ruffling his hair and ignoring (mostly) the pretty mental picture that jumped into her head.

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