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fandomhigh2011-06-20 10:50 pm
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Cupcake War Crimes, Week 7 (Tuesday, Period 1)
The classroom was set up in the usual fashion. And the alien boys were up front as usual.
"This is our last week together," Stark said, a little sadly. He would miss them. Or possibly he’d miss having a captive audience to talk about cupcakes with. Perhaps, and most likely, it was a combination of the two.
Anders patted Stark lightly on the shoulder, and if he was betting on the answer to Stark’s narrative he’d bet on "a combination of the two." Which he wasn’t doing at the moment. (Maybe later.) "You’re not getting away without a final," he put in, "but it’s a final where you get to eat. That’s okay with you guys, right?"
On the trays behind the aliens was an assortment of cupcakes. For once they weren’t clearly divided between what your teachers considered scary cupcakes and delicious ones. Today the cupcakes were all mixed in together. There were cupcakes with mushrooms next to chocolate ones with peanut butter frosting. Ginger and molasses cupcakes next to ones made with okra and fennel. There were Meyer lemon and raspberry cupcakes cavorting with olive oil cupcakes with lemon, thyme, and a balsamic vinegar whipped cream. And toasted ravioli cupcakes snuggled innocently up to some sugary, bacony, decadent looking breakfast cupcakes. (It was the final, after all. Nobody said it was going to be, well, a cupcake walk.)
"Your task," Stark said, gazing longingly at a chocolate glazed mocha cupcake, "is to identify the cupcakes here. Not ingredients," he quickly clarified.
"They’re not separated today," Anders added, giving the students a look like he was trying to impress the Seriousness of this on them. "It’s up to you guys to figure out which is which using only your wits. And tastebuds."
Stepping to one side, he gestured to a large picture of the Cupcake Wars hosts put up across one wall, with a tarp on the floor beneath it. "And if you get the bad ones, you can use ‘em for target practice."
Stark nodded his approval, though he was somewhat concerned that the good cupcakes might end up flying as well. That would be such a terrible waste. "Before we begin though, we should congratulate Rilla Blythe. You win for last week." After 5 winners, Stark still wasn’t sure how they were chosen or by whom. Neither was Anders; he was blaming it on gremlins.
"This is our last week together," Stark said, a little sadly. He would miss them. Or possibly he’d miss having a captive audience to talk about cupcakes with. Perhaps, and most likely, it was a combination of the two.
Anders patted Stark lightly on the shoulder, and if he was betting on the answer to Stark’s narrative he’d bet on "a combination of the two." Which he wasn’t doing at the moment. (Maybe later.) "You’re not getting away without a final," he put in, "but it’s a final where you get to eat. That’s okay with you guys, right?"
On the trays behind the aliens was an assortment of cupcakes. For once they weren’t clearly divided between what your teachers considered scary cupcakes and delicious ones. Today the cupcakes were all mixed in together. There were cupcakes with mushrooms next to chocolate ones with peanut butter frosting. Ginger and molasses cupcakes next to ones made with okra and fennel. There were Meyer lemon and raspberry cupcakes cavorting with olive oil cupcakes with lemon, thyme, and a balsamic vinegar whipped cream. And toasted ravioli cupcakes snuggled innocently up to some sugary, bacony, decadent looking breakfast cupcakes. (It was the final, after all. Nobody said it was going to be, well, a cupcake walk.)
"Your task," Stark said, gazing longingly at a chocolate glazed mocha cupcake, "is to identify the cupcakes here. Not ingredients," he quickly clarified.
"They’re not separated today," Anders added, giving the students a look like he was trying to impress the Seriousness of this on them. "It’s up to you guys to figure out which is which using only your wits. And tastebuds."
Stepping to one side, he gestured to a large picture of the Cupcake Wars hosts put up across one wall, with a tarp on the floor beneath it. "And if you get the bad ones, you can use ‘em for target practice."
Stark nodded his approval, though he was somewhat concerned that the good cupcakes might end up flying as well. That would be such a terrible waste. "Before we begin though, we should congratulate Rilla Blythe. You win for last week." After 5 winners, Stark still wasn’t sure how they were chosen or by whom. Neither was Anders; he was blaming it on gremlins.
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"I didn't," he told her. Okay, so maybe he'd flailed when she kept pretending. That was just natural.
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