fandomhigh | Interdisciplinary Studies or Whatever, Class 7, Friday, Period 3

Today's class met at the main campfire which, despite the heat, was piled full of large logs and ready for a bonfire. Nearby was what looked at first glance to be some sort of salad bar.

"So," Squall said, once the students had arrived. "Let's pretend that you're stuck out in the wilderness with nothing to eat but..." He looked over at the salad bar-type-thing. "...some raw meat, vegetables, rice, and various sauces and glazes. Which is bound to happen at some point, right?" He shrugged. "And if you pretend that it's winter, you also need to keep warm. So. You need to start a fire." He passed out handouts and explained a little bit about fire bows, fire pistons, and flint and steel. "...Which all suck," he concluded. "If you really want to start a fire, you need one of two things: these" -- a box of matches -- " or this" -- a butane lighter. He tossed them both towards the class. "You'd better fight for them. Or share. Or something. Because you're going to have to make a fire, which might be pretty hard without them."

He shrugged. "Or maybe it'll be easy." Squall was surrounded by a green glow for a moment, and then the large campfire in front of him burst into a ginormous fireball before settling down to burn cheerfully.

He grinned at them.

When all -- most? some? -- of the fires were going, Squall called them back.

"Okay, party time. Over there is food. Cook it. Make something good." He shrugged. "Whatever."

[~~Please remain calm. Do not panic. The OCD will arrive in a few moments.~~ AAAAAGH! IT'S HERE!!! THE OCD IS HERE!!! RUN AWAY!!!]

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A wide variety of meats, vegetables, and sauces (http://www.gomongo.com/experience/create-a-bowl.php) have been provided for you. There are cast-iron skillets, pot holders, and wooden spoons to cook and/or eat with. Enjoy!

Ronan got to work with the foods at hand, deciding on a lemon-pepper-ish dish.

3 x 3 oz Chicken
1 oz Broccoli
1oz Fresh Jalapenos (fresh)
3 x 1 oz Mushrooms
1 oz Onions (Yellow)
3oz Red Skin Potatoes
2 x 1 oz Lemon Sauce
1 oz Oil Blend

It didn't take long before he had the dish sizzling in the skillet.

Jenny made with the 'pitiful hungry me' look at Ronan. "That looks really good." Hint, hint.

Ronan laughed. "If you want some," he said, "go grab some more chicken. And mushrooms."

Squall looked at them both with his hands on his hips. "Now, kids, what's my policy on getting other people to do your classwork for you?"

"You don't want me to set the food, my hair, and my flaming Irish friend here on fire, do you?" Jenny asked Squall.

"No," Squall said, raising an eyebrow. "So don't."

He thrust a skillet at her pointedly.

"If you'd rather," Ronan contributed, grinning a bit cheekily, "I can try to teach her a little something about cooking, so as to avoid that outcome."

Squall sighed at Ronan. "Skillet. Food. Fire. We're not talking cuisine here."

Ronan shrugged. "I didn't say she'd be ready to cook in a five-star restaurant, but if you want the cabins to burn down on your watch..."

Squall glared at him. "The students in this class aren't incompetent," he spat. "The only thing that'll get burnt is the food."

"I never said she was incompetent," Ronan said, "but I know people who cook -- or fail to -- exactly like she's worried she would. People who I would trust to fight beside me in battle without any worry that I'd have to protect them especially, any more than I would have to any other comrade. Powers, you should see me try to bake! Seriously, I explode cupcakes. Can't even figure out why."

"No, it's okay, Ronan," Jenny sighed. "He wants me to cook the food, I'll cook the food." She hesitated. "You, uh, might want to stand back."

Ronan laughed. "I'll do that," he said. "And I'll keep a few spells ready, just in case we need them."

Jenny dumped things into her skillet mostly at random, though there were chicken and mushrooms because she'd gotten them when she thought Ronan was cooking for her. Then she glared at it until she was pretty sure the chicken wouldn't kill her from salmonella.

Her food tasted weird and burnt, but it was food. And somehow she didn't set her hair on fire this time, which put her one up on last time she'd tried to cook over an open flame.

"...And voilà," Squall said, walking up behind her. "You have cooked, and nothing's on fire. Told you you could do it."

Jenny snatched the skillet and scowled at Squall in a way that suggested he was no longer her favorite teacher. "When the smell of my burnt hair comes wafting on a breeze, don't say you weren't warned."

"With an attitude like that, you'll never get anywhere," Squall replied.

"Just cook the damn food. I know you can do it."

"Clearly you've never seen me in a kitchen," Jenny grumbled. "Fine. I'll cook the food. But I won't like it!"

Squall smirked. "If we only did the things we LIKED doing, nothing would get done. Do you really think I want to be here today?"

"What, you mean you don't look forward to my scintillating company every week?" Jenny drawled. "I am crushed. Crushed, I tell you. Oh, my poor adolescent feelings."

"Are you kidding? You're the highlight of my week."

If it's difficult to tell whether that's a joke or if he actually means it, that's probably because Squall himself doesn't know.

"HIM, on the other hand," Squall said, pointing at Ronan, "I could do without."

"But he's my sidekick," Jenny said. "I need him."

"Okay," Squall replied, with a shrug.

Annoying sidekicks were totally okay by him. *cough*Selphie*cough*

Re: Cook or whatever

ashockingbitch - 2007-08-25 01:40 (UTC) - Expand

Jenny darted off and returned with more chicken and mushrooms. "Feeeeed me."