fandomhigh | Detention [Saturday, January 10].

Bright and early Saturday morning, Minsc and Boo waited for the small group of bad-doers to show up at the shop classroom for their detention. Normally, the chance to dole out discipline to such unruly teenagers would have him excited and eager, ready to put them through a trial that would help set them on the straight and narrow.

He even had a sign with their names, ready to cross them out when they arrived:

~~Adora~~
~~Prince Edward~~
~~Peyton Sawyer~~
~~Cal Stephanides~~
~~Michael Van Helsing~~

Unfortunately, this week, Minsc was a bad-doer, too. Apparently, encouraging your class to destroy desks was very discouraged.

Once the kids had gathered, Minsc cleared his throat. "Alright, youngling. In this workshop, there are many tools, and, more importantly, many desks and chairs that have been utterly demolished in what I promise you was a truly inspiring display. I am sure you are all here for a very good reason, so I hope you intend to work hard. Today, you will be putting them back together!"

"You only have until two o'clock, so, get to work!"

Minsc would be helping.

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Prince Edward looked to the person speaking to him. "If for no reason at all then may we not simply leave?"

"Nope," Cal shook his head, trying to see if two pieces of wood that looked like chair legs were the same length or not. "Not how it works. You're suggesting that logic comes into play here."

Oh, how ironic.

"We shall make the most of it!" he exclaimed encouragingly. "How shall we begin?"

"Find all the desk-shaped pieces?"

"Ah-hah! Yes!"

Prince Edward then scooped up a big pile of desk debris.

"Finished!"

"Great!" Cal said, managing to pull up a little bit of enthusiasm, however false. "Now sit on it and see if it worked."

"OoHoo! Yes, I shaaaaall!" he sing-songed with great enthusiasm.

He then sat smartly on the pile of wood chunks.

"Excellent! I am through with this detention! Ahhhh, now I shall find my lovely bride and we shall be married in the morning!"

This guy was kind of impressive. "Unfortunately," Cal said, pulling up a, uh, pile for himself and having a seat, "we're still stuck here until the afternoon. I'll take it you're new?"

Fist met mouth. Till the afternoon! WOE.

Nod nod nod. "Yes, peasant. That is what they tell me. I am Prince Edward of Andalasia! I'm sure you have a name; please give it to me so that I do not offend you by calling you peasant. I have been told it's wrong."

WOE!

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"It...I can see why people might get annoyed." Cal probably wouldn't have noticed; he intended on avoiding this guy like the plague if he could help it once they got out of this thing. "But my name's Cal."

"Ah! Cal!" What an odd name. "We shall be friends, Cal!"

...

Prince Edward narrowed his eyes. "Unless you are in league with the old hag who sent my true love from me?"

Oh, boy! Friends!

Cal shook his head. "Not that I know of. And, even if I were, why would I admit it?"

Why did everyone answer the same way?!

Prince Edward gestured wildly with his gloved hand. "If you do not know, then you are not, and being that the case, fear not that I will have to dispatch you."

Sigh.

Dispatch him? "How do you think," Cal asked, nodding toward where Minsc and his hamster were sitting, trying to piece together a desk like a jig-saw, "the giant muscle-y guy with the rodent would feel about you dispatching one of his charges?"

Because, on that fight, Cal's money would be on the bald crazy one, not the crazy one with the poofy sleeves.

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Size nor matter of any lack of hair, was an issue with Prince Edward.

He laughed boisterously. "Ah! I shall forgive you your innocent ignorance, pea- Cal! I have defeated great snarling trolls in the forest of Andalasia, and have stood upon their back, claiming victory!"

"Something tells me he's met a few trolls, too," Cal noted, then shrugged, yet again, "but the point's kind of moot since I'm not in league with any hags to keep you from your, er, betrothed."

Unless...well, the guy was apparently a doofy prince, which probably made him blue blood, but there was no way Cal would believe that this happened to have anything to do with Penelope. Some coincidences were just too much.

"Yes," he said, confused. "I believe that was what I said." Basically. "You have no reason to fear me."

He beamed! "Ah! Giselle! My bride! I must find her!"

"Giselle? That's her name?"

Thank God. Cal was starting to wonder if he needed to punch Edward in the face. Not that he would have minded, but it probably wouldn't do anything, since Cal punched like a girl.

"Yes! Have you met her?" he asked, hoping upon hopes that someone knew where she was.

"I...can't say I have," Cal admitted. "Sorry, man. I'm sure everything'll work out, though, right?"

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