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Communication (Thursday, P5)

When the students arrived in the classroom they'd find it set up like a dining room with one long table and a variety of food set out. Bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet behind the chair at the head of the table, Bob gestured for everyone to take a seat, then held a finger up to his lips in an exaggerated 'Shhh!' motion.

Welcome to the quietest dinner party ever.

Who knows the sign language for 'pass the gravy, please?'

[[Sorry for the late. Anthropology is kicking my academic butt these days.]]

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A glob of mashed potatoes slid down John's cheek. He nodded an 'it's on' at Andrew and sent a spoonful of peas raining in Andrew's direction.

Andrew didn't flinch as the peas hailed down upon him. He calmly reloaded with mashed potatoes and repeated his previous action, this time following it up with a small yawn as though John's attempt at retaliating had been boring.

John raised an eyebrow at Andrew's reaction as he failed to dodge more incoming potatoes. He grabbed a bowl of gravy and scooped out a large ladle full. Then he flung that at Andrew's face with a smirk.

Andrew's eyes went wide and he attempted to duck the oncoming deluge of gravy. He was only partially successful -- like maybe five percent of it missed him.

Andrew had his own gravy boat within reach. He didn't bother with the ladle as he lobbed the contents in John's direction.

John was expecting something like that, so he was better able to get away from about half the gravy. The rest was all down the front of his shirt. In retaliation, he grabbed the pitcher of water and flung the contents toward Andrew.

Andrew had raised his hands in triumph when the gravy sloshed on John, so the cold water came as an unexpected shock. He gasped, but didn't say anything.

Shrugging in defeat, he settled back in his chair and didn't look in John's direction. That was until he scooped up the rest of his mashed potatoes in his hand and hurled them at his friend, flinging the excess off his fingers in John's direction for good measure.

He hoped it didn't hit anyone else in the class.

Silently laughing, John barely noticed when Andrew flung more potatoes at him. He was wiping the globs off his face when the excess flinging got potatoes in his hair.

That meant WAR! John found some chocolate cake with chocolate frosting on the table, grabbed a clump in his bare hand and tossed it at Andrew.

John's aim was very good as Andrew found himself with a mouth full of chocolate goodness. He took a moment to eat some.

Then he very calmly reached over to grab an entire banana cream pie and fling it at John.

John was not pleased by the pie in the face. He scraped as much of it off himself as he could, but his vision had been impaired, so he didn't mean to hit Jeff with the next handful of chocolate cake, it just sorta happened that way.

Andrew watched the chocolate cake fly towards Jeff as if it were in slow motion. As it crashed into his head, Andrew couldn't help but feel as though this would be just one more thing Jeff would have to hate him for.

He sat back down in his chair and hung his head.

He really wanted this class to be over now.

John watched Andrew's reaction in puzzlement, not being able to say anything, he set to work cleaning himself up with napkins and the water in his glass.

Today was a really weird day.

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