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Faculty Meeting (Friday after classes)

After the student council cleared out, Zoe got the council room set up for yet another meeting, hoping all the teachers had gotten her ~~handwavey~~ email. Sure, classes had only been in session for a week, but she figured it was a good idea to check the new teachers for shell shock early. There were warm food and drinks set out (not the leftovers from the student council... at least, not totally) but nothing alcoholic. If people wanted to go that route, they would have to bring their own this time.

"Hello there, come on in and have a seat if you'd like," she said. "I thought it might be good for everyone to have a chance to get together without students around, and be inside where it's warm. I hope everyone's had a good first week. If you haven't, well, now you have a room full of people to vent to." It was the little things that helped make this job better.

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You were very welcome, squirrels and Parker!

"More like reporters." Hannibal shrugged. "They also occasionally kidnap people for long enough to read the news on the radio. But they seem harmless otherwise."

Hannibal had all the best rum, just in case.

Parker made a high-pitched noise of sheer glee that would probably have Eliot looking hunted, if her heard it.

"PERFECTION."

Island, she was starting to like you, as well as the people on you. Just so you know.

SQUIRREL SQUIRREL SQUIRREL SQUIRREL!

Please. Eliot had been looking hunted for the duration of this whole conversation. He wasn't listening in, but don't think he wasn't watching suspiciously from across the room.

One of the most dangerous (and one of his most favorite) people he'd met talking happily to one of the creepiest?

You're damn right he was looking hunted.

At some point a little later, Parker intercepted Eliot and said, "I have two votes now for cake!"

Never mind that those people still weren't technically suppose to get votes.

"Yeah? Are they teachin' the class with you, now? 'Cause if not, I'm not seein' as they have a vote."

"They teach too, their opinions should count," Parker insisted stubbornly. "Pinkie completely gets this. And Dr. Lecter agrees students should want to come to class."

First person resources! Hardison would be so proud of her.

"Pinkie is a pony," Eliot said. "She probably literally lives on rainbows and sprinkles. And Hannibal. . . ." He trained off, not quite sure how much he wanted to get into the whole 'he's freaking creepy and I have no idea why and that bugs the hell out of me'. " . . What do you think of him?"

"He's polite? And he had a really nice wallet." She'd gotten better at this grifting stuff, but it still wasn't her best area when not on a job. "But he's a psychiatrist. Voluntarily."

There had to be something wrong with that. "Why?"

It had to be more than the shrink thing. It had to. "Nothin'," Eliot said. "He's a gourmet chef, you know. He's definitely not feeding his students cake and m&ms."

"Gourmet. Hmm." Parker still thought that whole haute cuisine thing was a very elaborate con game. Especially after pretending to be a food critic that one time. Maybe that's what she picked up on? "So we should make up for that. Jolly Ranchers and Cheetos this week. At least if they finish in time?"

Motivation! She knew this one!

Or maybe it was the food critics who were the cons. Did you think of that, Parker?

"Cheetos?" Eliot made a little crushing gesture with his hands, like he wanted to smash the bags of snack foods into little crumbs. "Do you have any idea what kind of crap they put in those things?!"

At least the cake had been freshly baked!

"Something extrose and something alyamine." Of course she was making those up, she couldn't remember which labels she'd read and which ones Hardison had told her about. "Hardison figures his body will be completely preservatives by the time he dies. In a hundred years."

NOT ANY SOONER, HARDISON. NOT ALLOWED.

"... and red food coloring! But if you'd rather give them cake...."

LET THEM EAT CAKE, ELIOT.

Eliot had a headache. "Okay, someone at some point had to have explained food groups to you."

"Nope."

Yes they had. And she was forgetting it as hard as she could.

"If you try to feed them vegetables they'll walk out, Eliot. They'll never come back."

Dammit, Eliot really hated it when she refused to listen. "Parker, I don't tell you how to pick locks." Other than the occasional reminders of their time table.

"Because you suck at it compared to me." Parker gave him a confused look. Mostly confused. A little bit cunning, though. "Like I don't tell you how to hit people. Why are we talking about comparisons?"

"Yes. I do." Eliot saw through to that cunning, Parker. Don't think he didn't. "And which of us knows things about food?"

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr why Eliot why must you be so stubborn? WHY!?

Parker was not meeting your eyes, she was attempting to do a pretzel-pull-her-head-into-her-skin-turtle-move.

Yeah. Sure. Eliot was totally the stubborn one. "You suck at food, Parker. You wanna feed these kids every class, fine. But jolly ranchers and cheetos are not food!"

"You eat them, so they're food!" Do not try to confuse her on this! She knows from edible vs. inedible! She's eaten a lot of stuff that some people called inedible, she knows! "So what can I feed them?"

"No, you eat them because you're a humming bird." Eliot pulled his hair back and huffed. "Give 'em something they can't just buy at the damn Quick Stop for a dollar. Even better, make 'em work for it. Stick it behind a locked door. I'm guessin' Archie didn't just hand you candy at the end of a lesson."

"Well. No." Parker smiled in fond memory of those lessons. "First I had to get the ice cream sundae from in between the laser beams. Then I had to get back to Archie to get the spoon... Oh. I see. Not just a prize for doing stuff, but for doing it right." Aha! Okay, that made sense.

Eliot wanted to argue that it wasn't about it being a prize at all, so much as giving the students a goal -- but he knew enough to quit while he was ahead. "Something like that, yeah."

"So if they break into the safe the right way, the nachos are still intact."

Now she's just trolling you.

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It had Hannibal rather taken aback, too. That was quite a noise.

He shook his head. "Welcome to Fandom, Parker."

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