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Pie for Beginners - Monday 2nd period - Week 3

Class was once again the the Danger Shoppe, but there was no ninja waiting for them there. Instead, there was a slightly hyper actively bouncy mercenary in a chef's hat. And an apron that told people to kiss the cook.

He loved that apron.

"Gooooood morning kiddos! Professor Yondaime has been..." He made a face that clearly showed he had no clue. "...unavoidably detained. So, I will be teaching you all about cream fillings! Won't that be fun?"

He may have been binging on Food Network this past week and now thought he was Julia Child. Minus the hunchback.

In the room there were three tables, each with different ingredients on the for making three different type of pie filling and pre-baked pie crusts for the kids to use.

"We will be making a custard, a standard vanilla cream, and a chocolate mousse with too many vowels and s's in the name. Instructions are on each table!"

[[OOC: ~~Please wait for the~~ OCD is up!]]

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Mmmm, mousse.

So, Deadpool was substituting for Yondaime-sensei. This....couldn't be good, considering what they'd talked about last night. After class, Setsuna approached Deadpool, head tilted a little as she adked, quietly, "Doing okay?"

She didn't expect much as a response, but she thought maybe if she'd ask, that would at least count for...something, even if it was minuscule.

And all she got was a small twitch. "Fine and dandy!" He replied cheerfully.

The look on Setsuna's face was making it clear that she didn't buy that for a second, despite the fact that she nodded and said, "Good to hear it. You know, I think my pie is at least somewhat edible. I probably won't eat it, though; wouldn't agree with me with all those eggs. So, instead of letting it go to waste, if you wanted..."

What? It was something. She'd feel bad if she didn't at least try something.

Deadpool eyed the pie warily. He'd eaten muffins baked by Emma Frost, this shouldn't be too bad, right?

Right.

Still...

"...thank you," He said slowly, still giving the pie the evil eye.

"Hey, look at it this way," Setsuna offered, eyes narrowed slightly as how Deadpool was looking at her pie ~~lol so not dirty~~. "If I did end up doing anything to it that will kill you, then be satisfied in knowing that you've taught me well."

Or that I'd help put you out of your moping misery.

Anne marched up to the front of the room, too indignant to be at all put off by the hyperactive bouncing of the brightly-clad teacher.

"Mister --" She faltered for a brief moment as she realized she didn't know his name. "Sir, I'd like to object to these pie crusts."

"Deadpool," He corrected. "Call me Mister Deadpool. Or Professor Deadpool. Or Steadcool. Yeah, let's stick with Steadcool."

For a moment, Anne felt very much like Marilla at their first meeting as she arched an eyebrow and demanded, "Is that your name?"

Under normal circumstances (which, she was beginning to discover, were very hard to come by on this island) she might have been more sympathetic to a self-imposed name change, but in this situation that was quite impossible.

"As far as you're concerned little one, it sure as shootin' is."

Anne's pale face flushed, and her lips trembled for a moment before she pressed them into a tight line.

"In that case, Mister Steadcool," she said, putting every ounce of sarcasm she possessed into the name -- and oh, wouldn't Miss Stacy be dreadfully disappointed in her for the way she was behaving to a teacher? But then, wouldn't Miss Stacy be scandalized herself at the teachers here? Yet another dilemma upon one horn of which she couldn't decide to impale herself. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I could live with myself if I had to use those pie crusts, and I can't find a thing to make my own."

Deadpool stared. "But this is the filling class. Crusts were last week." He pulled out a stack of papers from one of the pouches on his belt. "See? Right there in Arashi's syllabus. No crusts today."

Anne's cheeks flushed even brighter red. "Then shouldn't we know how to make our own by now?" she demanded. "I simply can't use these! It would be like filling in the names on a poem someone else wrote and claiming it for my own!"

"What's so wrong with that?"

For once, Anne was utterly at a loss for words. She gasped, one hand to her chest.

"Why," she finally ejaculated ~~not dirty, it's totally canon~~, "why -- that's just blasphemous!"

Another thing not to write home to Marilla about, or Mrs. Lynde would surely find out, and brand her a perfect heathen all over again.

"No, no, no." Deadpool replied, waving her off. "Blasphemy is calling Nate 'Jesus with a gun' and then shooting him in the head. Once or twice."

"No," sputtered poor Anne, "that's cold-blooded murder. It's completely different from trying to create something from someone else's handiwork! Haven't you got a spark of soul in you?"

Deadpool snickered. Then laughed. Then fell over from laughing so hard. After a moment he calmed down and looked up at Anne...

And promptly started laughing again.

Anne crossed her arms over her chest, pursed her lips, and endeavored to look as indignant as possible, which under the circumstances was actually quite easy.

"I don't see why it's so funny," she said in an affronted tone.

He sighed and whipped away a tear from all the laughter. "I'm a mercenary, kid. Of course I don't have a pesky ickle conscience."

Anne suddenly, desperately wished she had a slate to break over his head. "And they let you teach? Standards have died a gruesome and unsightly death in the past hundred and thirty years!"

"I said the same thing!" Deadpool replied, giving her a bright smile.

"That isn't something to talk about as if it's an achievement," retorted outraged Anne.

"Oh come on! I haven't killed anyone that counts since I came here."

"Anyone that counts?" Anne cried, trembling a little as another crack spread across the rose-colored glass through which she viewed the noble ideal of teaching. "I can't look up to someone like you!"

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