In Space No One Can Give You Chocolate and Other Problems Solved By Cupcakes (Thursday June 4)

[stykera]

Once again the class was in the Home Ec room and once again Stark was standing up front. This time there was a TV up there with him.

“Sometimes,” Stark said with a sigh. “Sometimes cupcakes go horribly wrong. There used to be an entire television program devoted to cupcake monstrosities.” He’d watched every episode of Cupcake Wars, ok? He had Opinions! “Not all of them were terrible but many were. Too many. Today is a video lesson on what not to do. Unless your goal is to make something awful. And in that case why? And what sort of frightening baked good would you make if you felt the situation required it?”

He paused. “Of course I brought baked goods for you to eat while you watch. I have mini cupcakes and cookies. Or there’s popcorn if you would rather have that.” He waved a hand at the food in front of him. “Grab a snack. Or a drink. Both. Enjoy some TV. Or not."


[Apologies for once again forgetting what day it was. I KNEW it was Thursday because I had to do a work thing this morning and yet I didn't realize it was Thursday until this evening. OCD is going up.]

Animal Handling for Fun and Fun, Thursday

[wrongkindofsith]

So, it looked like those unicorns from yoga class had stuck around a little while longer this week if the number of them milling about the tavern were anything to go by.

Though most were milling around Cara.

Magnus wasn't upset about not having a sweet unicorn friend at all. He was fine. He knew a binicorn, okay? He was fine.

For once, Cara was having the time of her life. There were stabby horses everywhere, and they seemed to be fairly tame. No, nobody had told her about unicorn's "preferences".

"An important thing to understand about large prey animals is that they can be even more dangerous than predators," she said, stroking a random unicorn's nose. "Even when they don't have weapons attached to their heads, which many of them do."

"Yeah, and they can run at the same speed as a racing car--I mean battle wagon," Magnus added, looking so, so jealous that Cara was able to pet them. "Which are fantasy cars. So, that means they could stab you really good at that speed."

"Hard enough they wouldn't even need to trample you underfoot after." Look, Mord'Sith training took horse girl tendencies in really weird directions.

"So, let's continue those trust exercises," Magnus said, sighing as another unicorn startled away from him. Don't fail your charisma roll, kids. This is what happens.

Cara was now feeding the unicorns sugar cubes, who even knew where she'd gotten them.