Retro Recipes: This Sh*t is Bananas; First Period [08/22].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer knew she was taking a pretty big risk here. Some might say it was a stupid risk; others might claim it was better than she deserved. This class this session had been quite the ride. There had been uprisings; there had been claims of war crimes; even when she tried to throw them a bone and did something normal, things still got heated.

She really couldn't think of a better way to close out her brief stint as a Fandom High teacher, so, in a way, she supposed this was her gift to the poor saps who had to suffer through this class...and yet still kept coming back for more.

"Alright, you guys," she said, "this is our last class I think?, and it's going to be a good one. One of the things I've tried to embrace in this class is creativity, and that's what today is all about. Today, you guys are going to make the recipes. You have full range of the pantry, you can mamke whatever you want, and I will eat whatever you make. There are only two rules: 1) It must include bananas and 2) No inorganic or non-edible stuff. My stomach has been exposed to a lot of weird stuff, believe me, but I am still only human, okay? Feel free to ask for help if you need it, or help each other, but that's pretty much it. You'll have a certain amount of time to prepare, and then I'll try everyone's dishes. Is revenge a dish best served cold? I don't know. You tell me. Let's get started."

Ohhhh, she really, really hoped she didn't regret this, but, at the same time, if she didn't regret this? She was going to be terribly disappointed in these guys.


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Abridged Sex Ed, Thursday, Period Three

[magnusrushesin]

Your teachers were back this week! In case anyone was worried about that.

But there were terrifying baby dolls piled up next to them.

"So, our final class idea sorta died on the vine?" Magnus said.

"Skywalker likes making people look after fake babies, but we came up with a better idea," Cara said. It probably had something to do with all the distance marks they'd laid out.

"Let's be very clear here, these are robot toys," Magnus said. "Not real babies. We don't punt real babies."

The more you know!

"They're not very aerodynamic, anyway." Cara, no. "And it's wrong."

"But we throw toy babies that totally tried to kill us last week," Magnus said gleefully, already snagging a cabbage patch doll. "Time to make a ranged attack!"

Yeet those dolls, kids. Yeet them as far as you can.

Practical Philosophy, Thursday

[endsthegame]

"I realize it's been something of a summer," Ender said lightly, "And that doesn't leave us with a great deal of space for reflection."

But the sun was shining. He'd even brought out sodas and cupcakes for the occasion, though the usual staples of water and sandwiches were also available.

"So I think this is a good moment for us to fall back to a question that's a cornerstone of, I think, most of our conversation, our ability to relate one another, and maybe humanity - perhaps, sentience in its entirely," he said, twisting the top off his bottle of water. "How are you doing?"

A pause.

That turned into a silence.

It was the question, after all.