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fandomhigh2013-06-27 07:37 am
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The Art of Friendship (AND GLITTER!) - Third Period - Thursday
Each table in the classroom today had two large vats on it, one full of cookie dough, the other full of stoneware clay.
Try not to get the two confused, okay?
Spaced out around the room were pottery wheels and little baking ovens, as well as stations full of colored icing and sparkly sprinkles, ceramic glaze and, of course, glitter.
No, really. Don't get them confused. That would be bad.
Pinkie was already liberally spattered in something with the color and consistency of either cookie dough or clay. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth as she attempted to maintain control of the towering, unstable vase she was trying to throw. When the top started to get too wobbly, she caught the falling end of it on her tongue and slurped the whole thing up, smacking her lips.
"Right," she said. "Trying to make a cookie dough vase toooootally doesn't work very well."
"We all could have told you that," Derek said with a sigh. Once that was taken care of, he turned his attention to the students. "It's the last day of class, so you get something easy."
Relatively easy. Relatively.
"Fun with ooey-gooey tasty and/or pretty stuff!" Pinkie enthused, flinging her hooves in the air -- without hurling glitter all over the place, for once. "You can make all kinds of shapes out of either cookie dough or clay and then you bake them and then you get to decorate them and then you can share them with your friends!"
This was clearly the greatest idea in the history of ever.
Even though glitter didn't go anywhere, Derek was still flinching as though expecting a shower of it. Because he was traumatized by glitter, people. "Or keep them for yourselves."
Boooo. Derek had no joy in his heart!
Pinkie pouted at him. "That is not the magic of friendship!" she hissed, in what she clearly thought was a whisper. "You're teaching them wrong!"
It was possible she'd been wanting to say that since they first started teaching together last semester.
Really, she should have expected this from the very beginning. Derek just smirked out at the class. "Get to work."
Try not to get the two confused, okay?
Spaced out around the room were pottery wheels and little baking ovens, as well as stations full of colored icing and sparkly sprinkles, ceramic glaze and, of course, glitter.
No, really. Don't get them confused. That would be bad.
Pinkie was already liberally spattered in something with the color and consistency of either cookie dough or clay. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth as she attempted to maintain control of the towering, unstable vase she was trying to throw. When the top started to get too wobbly, she caught the falling end of it on her tongue and slurped the whole thing up, smacking her lips.
"Right," she said. "Trying to make a cookie dough vase toooootally doesn't work very well."
"We all could have told you that," Derek said with a sigh. Once that was taken care of, he turned his attention to the students. "It's the last day of class, so you get something easy."
Relatively easy. Relatively.
"Fun with ooey-gooey tasty and/or pretty stuff!" Pinkie enthused, flinging her hooves in the air -- without hurling glitter all over the place, for once. "You can make all kinds of shapes out of either cookie dough or clay and then you bake them and then you get to decorate them and then you can share them with your friends!"
This was clearly the greatest idea in the history of ever.
Even though glitter didn't go anywhere, Derek was still flinching as though expecting a shower of it. Because he was traumatized by glitter, people. "Or keep them for yourselves."
Boooo. Derek had no joy in his heart!
Pinkie pouted at him. "That is not the magic of friendship!" she hissed, in what she clearly thought was a whisper. "You're teaching them wrong!"
It was possible she'd been wanting to say that since they first started teaching together last semester.
Really, she should have expected this from the very beginning. Derek just smirked out at the class. "Get to work."
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She either had no trouble telling the two apart, or cartoon ponies could eat clay, because she didn't seem to be having the least bit of trouble as she occasionally gobbled up her sculpted creations.
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The magic of friendship. The terrifying magic of friendship.