Beginning Gourmet Cooking Techniques | Friday, 3rd period

[sharp_as_knives]

"Good afternoon." Hannibal nodded at the students. There were candles burning cheerfully around the Danger Shop, on counters and in corners and stuck with their own drippings to the ventilation hoods. Hannibal had given up trying to remove them. Still, at least your teacher wasn't possessed this week, right?

"I missed a few of you last week," he started, "and while I understand the reasons, you unfortunately missed an important lesson. Any of you that would prefer are welcome to schedule a time with me to make it up. If you do so, I will also have you complete a small exercise to demonstrate your understanding of it, and add those points to your final grade.

"Until then, this is your exam." He gestured at the shop's setup, which included both computer stations and functional kitchens. "You will find at each station a wide variety of meats, produce, spices, and other materials. I want you each to cook a meal. It should have at least three dishes and include at least one drink.

"The more you use of what you've learned this semester, the higher your score. You will get points for presentation, difficulty, number of dishes, how well the parts of the meal fit together, creativity, and proper cooking technique." Almost like a real class! Or a cooking contest.

"You may use whatever resources you like, including each other, the Internet, and me. But do keep in mind your time is limited."

He smiled "Any questions?"

How to be a Spy, For Real, We Mean it [Friday period1]

[notmysupervisor.livejournal.com]

“You guys are the worst spies ever,” Pam announced, at the start of class. She was just getting that out of the way now.

Hey, weren’t you all glad that Pam wasn’t possessed by strange beeping ghosts any more? More importantly, had Cheryl figured out yet that Pam was possessed, orrrr did she just think she’d hallucinated that whole mess?

Cheryl hadn't totally ruled out that Pam had gotten into her own stash of hallucinogens, honestly. So forgive her for still side-eyeing her co-teacher a little, here.

"Completely the worst," she agreed. "I can't believe that after a whole semester of this, you guys are still so bad at it. I mean, you could have taken my advice and stopped showing up and you'd still be better off."

...please note that they had no evidence that anyone here was a bad spy. No one had been asked to demonstrate any spy skills in weeks.

( you guys are gonna miss us, right? )

American History: Lies Your Other Teachers Told You

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Josh said. "Hope you're all unpossessed or whatever. Last week was weird."

He took a sip of his coffee.

"Anyway. Finals. Today you have a series of multiple choice followed by an essay, so...a lot like the SATs, which most of you probably aren't taking because you're all from weird other dimensions where college doesn't matter or something."

Josh had grown a little jaded.

"Anyway, happy holidays!" He gestured around at the candles. "Enjoy the ambience?"