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Basic Strategy, Monday, Period 4
Tyrion was already standing on his desk as the students got to class. It had seemed to work well the last time, and he wasn't about to mess with traditions that proved useful.
"Good afternoon, and welcome to Basic Strategy," he began. "I'm Tyrion Lannister. You may address me as Lord Tyrion, or as Professor Lannister if a noble title is too much for you. Most of your cohorts seem to go for the variant with Professor in front of it."
"Before we start, I'd like to mention that I need an assistant. Mr. Carter, you seem like a likely lad. Stop by after the class and we'll discuss the details."
A pause, there, as Tyrion hoped he'd chosen well and looked at his notes.
"This class is not -- as some of you may have heard from people who took it last term -- about how to win a war. It's about how to make the circumstances of your life work for you. How to get what you want, whether it's a crown or some money or a pretty girl. Many of my thoughts may be useful; if they aren't, I hope at the least I'll entertain you for an hour every week."
"The main thing we're going to discuss today is where we all start from. Unless you're an idiot, no doubt you've surmised a few things about me by now. First, of course, is that I'm devastatingly handsome. Second, you might have heard the way I introduced myself, or noted the quality of my clothing, and correctly deduced that I come from a family of some standing. And finally, the thing the world will very rarely let me forget -- I am a dwarf. My limbs are short, my head is large, I wouldn't be the first person you'd call for back-up in a swordfight."
He'd been speaking quickly through his introduction, but here he paused and began to pace himself, as if he wanted to ensure the students were listening. "I can't forget any of that. No one else will."
"And I promise you, there are things about each of you that no one will ever forget, either. It might be a family name; it might be something you've done, or failed to do. It might be very good or very bad. Whatever it is, you need to take it on fully. Make it into your strength, and no one can ever use it to hurt you."
"You" -- and here he pointed randomly into the front row -- "start our conversation. Your names, two things about you that are common knowledge, and one thing you just want us to know. Next week, we'll start discussing how to turn what we have -- and don't have -- into things we can use."
"Good afternoon, and welcome to Basic Strategy," he began. "I'm Tyrion Lannister. You may address me as Lord Tyrion, or as Professor Lannister if a noble title is too much for you. Most of your cohorts seem to go for the variant with Professor in front of it."
"Before we start, I'd like to mention that I need an assistant. Mr. Carter, you seem like a likely lad. Stop by after the class and we'll discuss the details."
A pause, there, as Tyrion hoped he'd chosen well and looked at his notes.
"This class is not -- as some of you may have heard from people who took it last term -- about how to win a war. It's about how to make the circumstances of your life work for you. How to get what you want, whether it's a crown or some money or a pretty girl. Many of my thoughts may be useful; if they aren't, I hope at the least I'll entertain you for an hour every week."
"The main thing we're going to discuss today is where we all start from. Unless you're an idiot, no doubt you've surmised a few things about me by now. First, of course, is that I'm devastatingly handsome. Second, you might have heard the way I introduced myself, or noted the quality of my clothing, and correctly deduced that I come from a family of some standing. And finally, the thing the world will very rarely let me forget -- I am a dwarf. My limbs are short, my head is large, I wouldn't be the first person you'd call for back-up in a swordfight."
He'd been speaking quickly through his introduction, but here he paused and began to pace himself, as if he wanted to ensure the students were listening. "I can't forget any of that. No one else will."
"And I promise you, there are things about each of you that no one will ever forget, either. It might be a family name; it might be something you've done, or failed to do. It might be very good or very bad. Whatever it is, you need to take it on fully. Make it into your strength, and no one can ever use it to hurt you."
"You" -- and here he pointed randomly into the front row -- "start our conversation. Your names, two things about you that are common knowledge, and one thing you just want us to know. Next week, we'll start discussing how to turn what we have -- and don't have -- into things we can use."
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A lot.
Don't eat the cookies!
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"Hi."
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Raised eyebrow. Raaaaaaised eyebrow at you.
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"I might have been... trying to sort of... tell everyone that I have first dibs on all of your cookies. If you make any."
Might have.
But damn, getting that statement out with a straight face was something like coughing up broken glass.
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"Oh, Warren," she said with a fond smile. "You know I'll make plenty. There will be more than enough to share."
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Yet.
"... You're way too good to me."
He was going to cry himself to sleep tonight.
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"Yay."
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