Pay It Forward: Making a Big Difference in Little Ways | Friday, Period 3

[futurespacemom]

Class was back in the classroom this week, mostly because the crotchety orange droid that had taken it upon himself to make certain the teachers actually did their job today was not about to babysit a whole gaggle of tiny children on the mainland, so help him. At the front of the room, then, there was A) The aforementioned cranky droid, B) A tiny Twi'lek girl, C) An even tinier Jedi Youngling, and D) The itty-bitty roly-poly rainbow-spotted puppy that he was carrying around with him.

Why he had an itty-bitty roly-poly puppy was possibly the only thing Caleb hadn't questioned today.

The lecture began, unlike most lectures, with a rant, at length, from the astromech in question, bleeping and blatting away in binary, making gestures with his little arm to further illustrate his point.

The point he was making was rather rude, in case anybody was wondering.

"Oh! Um, hi, everybody. I'm Caleb, and this is Hera, and this is C1-10P and THIS is a wolf puppy that I'm calling Kyber." Poor Stance. "And C1-10P is saying we should talk to you about sharing or something."

Plus all of the rude words he'd used besides, but Caleb wasn't supposed to repeat those.

"He says his name is Chopper," Hera said overly patiently. "It's not just C1-10P, he's got a real name." Okay, so it was maybe a little less 'patient' and a little more 'stubborn'. She hugged him and got yelled at in binary for it. "You're grumpy," she told him, "but that's okay." She had a notable French Ryloth accent.

She bounced on her toes a little. "But we're gonna talk about sharing! Sharing is good. Some people have things and some people don't, and that makes people unhappy. But then you share, and it makes everybody happier!"

"So..." Caleb looked uncertainly at Chopper, and then down at the puppy in his arms, all chubby and small and round and wriggly. "So today we're all going to take turns sharing Kyber. But you have to be gentle, he's still really small, okay?" He glanced back at Chopper again. "Are you sure we can't share C1-- um. Chopper instead? He's less breakable."

But Stance didn't have a built-in stunner, Caleb.

"We can share Chopper too, sure!" Hera said, throwing out her arms. "Everybody share nice, and you too, Chopper!" Yeah, that'd work.

Chopper grumbled but stood still. Hera patted him on the head.

You really brought this one onto yourself, Chop.

Civics, Friday, November 16, 2017

[heroic_jawline]

There were two tiny boys and a distinctly unamused looking Paris Geller at the front of the classroom today. "Hey there," Paris said dryly. "Fandom's being weird again."

The slightly sturdier, dark haired boy shrugged at that assessment. One guess at who that one was. "The house said we had to go to school. This... wasn't what I thought it'd be."

"Yeah, we're both a little disappointed," Paris muttered, looking at the smaller kid who looked like a good stiff breeze would give him consumption or some other old timey disease. "We're talking about the federal holiday of Thanksgiving, and these two wanted to cook for you, but I got here early and managed to save us all from having them burn the school down."

"I know how to make toast," Steve said indignantly. "And popcorn."

Truly a meal for the ages, folks.

"I know how in theory," Tony offered much quieter. Things would possibly catch fire.

"What's 'in theory?' mean?" Steve asked.

"Means I haven't done it yet." Or that it might catch fire, but that wasn't important and Tony would definitely apologize a lot for it.

"So I will be supervising the snack making," Paris said loudly, "while they explain to you what Thanksgiving is all about." From tiny children. So this should be super accurate.

"Its a holiday celebrating the arrival of the pilgrims to the New World," Tony said almost by rote. "Where they almost died, but the people who already lived here gave them food so they wouldn't."

"And so they had a big feast with alllll the things to eat," Steve said, eyes wide because it was the Depression when he was from and all the things to eat hadn't happened for him in a while. "And made sure to say please and thank you."

It was possible Ma Rogers had tacked that part on herself.

Tony nodded in complete agreement with that being a rule. Up there with only speaking when spoken to. "Next time we can ask the cooks to make more food."

The cooks. Yes. Sorry, Paris.

"Cooks?!" both Paris and Steve echoed.

"Um. How about we watch this movie the robot on the house suggested?" Tony said, hiding behind technology from everyone in the room.

"Is that a colored cartoon?!" Steve gawked, sitting down immediately.