Humanoid Health and First Aid, Wednesday, Period 1

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"Eyeballs," Cristina said. Segues were for losers. "They're fragile balls of goo, but having functioning ones is kind of a big deal in modern society. So what do you do if something happens to your friend's eye?" She held up a stack of handouts and waved to Paris. What? It'd worked last week. "Look these over, and then I'll shock you with some gruesome hologram to patch up."

Awww. The joy of the Danger Shop was fading. Poor Cristina.

"Oh, and it doesn't cover it in there, but I'm not going to assume more than, say, half of you are smart enough to figure it out without saying: if someone's eyeball is falling out, then you also want to call 911 and get them to a real life doctor. And not, like, touch it and try to put it back in yourself. Fragile balls of goo, people!"

She clicked a button with a wave of her hand, and three injured simulations appeared. "You know the drill by now. Go forth and first aid, or whatever. Try not to blind anyone for life."

Nailed it! | Wednesday, 3rd period

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"It is getting colder," Hannibal noted, "So before we freeze over completely, I thought we would work with a cold dessert. And fire." Because why not? "The dish known as a baked Alaska combines both cold," he brought out his own lovely concoction, "and hot." He set rum at the top aflame and poured more over it, the fire running down the sides.

"Please do attempt not to set anything else on fire. This is not Karla's class."

He adored you, Karla, but you were never working in his kitchen.

The fire burned itself out, and he sliced the dessert to serve. "Please let me know if you have any questions while making your own."