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Shop Class

As the students enter the room they'll see a table that has an array of various materials that ~~no normal teacher would ever provide a student~~ could possibly create an explosion.

"Hopefully you got my e-mail last week to bring in something that you don't mind getting destroyed," Mac says with a small grin. "Because today we are going to blow it up."

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"Blowing up the state of Maine? With... Is that potpourri?"

"Yep," John nods. "Maybe the explosion will smell good? I'm in a weird mood, sir."

Mac shrugged. "Worth a try. Light it up and then get behind the blast barrier, Crichton."

John lights the explosive mish mash of things and scurries behind the blast barrier.

When it blows up, John doesn't smile but merely watches the bits of pages flutter around the room. And the potpourri kind of worked.

"Not bad," he mumbles.

"The potpourri is a nice touch," Mac agreed "Takes the edge of the smoke and the fumes."

Sam glanced from Jack's bomber jacket, waiting patiently to be exploded, to John's book. Boy did she get it. "Let's hear it for catharsis, huh, Crichton?"

"Hear, hear," John says, nodding. "That's Jack's, I'm guessing?" John asks, pointing to the jacket.

"Word of warning? The 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned' thing? Totally true." She grinned a bit evilly at John. "When she knows how to handle explosives? Double it."

John smiles. "Remind me not to piss you off then."

"John, you spent yesterday as a hat." She rolled her eyes, "I think you have bigger things to worry about than me."

"I was a good hat," John says, smiling. "A very good hat."

"What kind?" Sam couldn't believe she'd just asked that question. "And I'm not surprised, but how would you have been a bad hat?"

"The kind the new security guy wears," John tells her. "A Stetson. And, if I'd given people hat head, I would've been a bad hat."

"I haven't met the new security guy yet--is he nice?" Sam asked. "And I didn't know it was the hat that controlled whether or not you got hat head." Huh. Learn a new thing every day.

"Maybe I need to be nicer to mine? What do hats like?"

"I haven't met him either but the newspaper says he's a pretty cool guy," John says. "And, if you wear a tight hat, it's gotta give you some kind of hat head, right? As for what hats like, they don't like to be flicked and dirt kinda irritates them too."

"I'll have to keep an eye out," Sam said. "No tight hats, no flicking, and no dirt. Good to know."

"Er, John? Do you mind if I ask why you keep bothering her?"

"Bothering Skeeter?" John shrugs. "Keeps things interesting. She gets to use her magic and I get to keep a class of three entertained. It takes my mind off other things."

"We should start a club." She glanced quickly at Mac and hoped he didn't notice. "But ix-nay on the alcohol. It makes awkwardness happen."

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Xander glances over when Sam mentions the hatness. "Glad to see it didn't make you permanently dumb - you went awfully quiet there after Professor Has No Hat-love turned you human again."

"Eh, I had to adjust to being able to talk again," John says. "Plus, I didn't want her to turn me into a pair of shoes. Sorry about the detention though."

"Eh; I'll survive." He doesn't sound entirely sure, but it's a half-way decent bluff, anyway.

"Skeeter's not running the detention, is she?"

"You were buy getting used to your ears again after you got changed back, too, huh?" Xander says. "No, she's not running it. Thank God, because I wouldn't see me getting out there with the usual number of legs anymore than you ever would."

"Huh, yeah...probably a good thing she's not running it," John says, nodding. "Who is running it?"

Xander sighs, mostly because he had been managing to put off the contemplation of whether this was a good thing or a bad thing for a while via the clever path of pretending it wasn't a thing at all. "Do not ask me why, but Constable You Used To Look Like His Hat."

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