Shop Class, Wednesday Morning

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Sam was sitting on the desk when everyone arrived. The classroom had already been set to resemble a kitchen and a pile of fresh groceries was sitting on one of the counters.

"Morning, guys. Mac's not here, so you get stuck with me for the day. Unfortunately, I can't really do much because of the stupid snow monsters, so I had to improvise. We've done a lot this semester about using science and ingenuity to get ourselves out of dangerous or hazardous situations, but they can be used other places, too."

She gestured to the kitchen and the food, smiling.

"Your assignment for the day, should you choose to accept it, is to make yourself breakfast. The twist? There has to be something about either the food or the way you cook it that is creative in the way of our esteemed, if absent, leader."

"Have fun, and the fire extinguisher's in the corner if you need it."

[ooc: Huge thanks to Xander-mun for finding the real URL for me. Have fun and ping me with any questions or problems.]

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Re: Cooking

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander was doing fine until he got to the part about waiting for the pancakes to bubble on top before adding the sliced bananas.

Sliced? That'd be something he should've done before he poured the batter in, huh.

By the time he'd hunted down a knife and managed to break off the stem of the first banana instead of peeling it properly, as I you constantly do, the batter wasn't so much batter anymore as... ex-batter. Tired and shagged out after a prolonged charring. Joined the choir invisible but unfortunately not unsmellable.

Re: Cooking

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Xander, you might want to open a window," Sam said, eyes watering from the aroma.

Re: Cooking

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander nodded, walked to the classroom wall and tried to open one of the windows.

Of course, since it was a hologram, he looked slightly stupider than he felt when his fingers passed through the frame.

"Or I could turn the ventilator fan on instead," he said with a cough that was half embarrassment and half the legitimate beginnings of black lung disease. He flipped a very real switch on the wall near the door, and the scent began to dissipate after a second of whirring air.