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fandomhigh2015-07-20 12:47 pm
saddeserthermit) wrote in fandomhigh2015-07-20 12:47 pm
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Etiquette, Monday
Obi-Wan grew a little more harried-looking every week of this class. Leaving the island was of no use, nor was avoiding places such as the Danger Shop. He had therefor bit the bullet and simply shown up to it again. He would simply have to use the Force as an umbrella if it decided to rain inside again.
There was an opulent spread laid out over a large table in the center of the room, though most of the dishes seemed... fragrant, or strangely shaped. At the head of the table sat a simulated man in blue and grey.
"Some days, one might be invited to a dinner party in a region one is not familiar with," Obi-Wan said. "Sometimes such regions have dishes you might find distasteful. We'll begin our unit on party situations simply, with a little exercise. How do you behave when such a dish presents itself? One must remain polite, yet sometimes one might be allergic to something present. Please navigate this simulation with care."
He took a step back.
Then he waited.
Just in case something would happen again.
Nothing did.
"Begin."
There was an opulent spread laid out over a large table in the center of the room, though most of the dishes seemed... fragrant, or strangely shaped. At the head of the table sat a simulated man in blue and grey.
"Some days, one might be invited to a dinner party in a region one is not familiar with," Obi-Wan said. "Sometimes such regions have dishes you might find distasteful. We'll begin our unit on party situations simply, with a little exercise. How do you behave when such a dish presents itself? One must remain polite, yet sometimes one might be allergic to something present. Please navigate this simulation with care."
He took a step back.
Then he waited.
Just in case something would happen again.
Nothing did.
"Begin."
Re: ...And When The Last One Sits
Which, of course meant that one had to start heading down the table doing just that, on legs that looked like shrimp cocktails.
"...Sometimes I hate this island," Kathy said, sighing.