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Hannibal was not best pleased. He was doing his best to stay pleasant, but he had a suit upstairs in his office with chocolate stains all over it, and his hair was still wet from being washed in the sink. At least he'd learned to keep spare clothing here.

"Today is your final exam," he said with no preamble. "I hope you can all guess what that will be." The kitchen stations around the room and the computers in between them might be a hint. "There are a wide variety of meats, produce, spices, and other materials in the refrigerators. I want you each to cook a meal. At least three dishes and a drink to go with it.

"The more you use of what you've learned this semester, the higher your score. You will also get points for presentation, difficulty, number of dishes, how well the parts of the meal go together, creativity, and proper technique." Think of it as an Olympic skating event.

"You may use whatever resources you like, including each other, the Internet, and me. But keep in mind your time is limited.

"Any questions?" He nodded and waved them at their stations.

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Look up whatever you like, ask Hannibal more questions, cook. Try not to set things on fire; the cannibal is grumpy today.

Flick had avoided the crap raining from the sky but he wasn't in a good mood for his own reasons. It was probably going to show in his food but he hoped he could at least get through this without burning something.

He got started on an appetizer first, going for something small and that didn't need to cook long.

Inspired by today's weather and a certain lack of faith in her ability to turn out anything you'd actually call gourmet, Emma focused on turning out the classiest versions of comfort food she could. Including hot chocolate (sorry, Hannibal). Though unlike the stuff from the sky, Emma's had cinnamon in it and thus was already better.

Rilla's thoughts had also headed holiday-ward, and she was immediately cooking up some of Walter's favourites. She knew Susan wouldn't dream of doing it at home--Mother's health was still fragile--but this was her tribute to the brother she'd loved so well.

She couldn't cook an entire roast or turkey in the time they'd alloted, so she made a turkey breast with whipped potatoes, roasted carrots and parsnips (parsnips were very daring to her way of thinking), and pie.

Well, tiny pies. A full pie would just be a giant oven hog and she had other things to cook, too.

She picked a wine rather blindly: white went with poultry, right?

Sparkle was going to cook meat today. Lots and lots and lots of meat, some sliced thin, some left in chunks that were good and satisfying to sink one's teeth into.

He was especially fond of the red meats today. It was a venting-with-bloody-chunks-of-cow kind of final exam.

And, yeah, there were veggies and dairy thrown in there for good measure, too. Because... He wanted to pass, mostly. He actually spent a bit of time before class today looking to see what was in season and brushing up on what was fresh.

Sparkle actually took this class seriously. Huh.

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