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fandomhigh2016-01-14 01:06 pm
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Around The World in Sixteen Challenges, Thursday
Anakin and Obi-Wan were in front of Portalocity again this morning. "We're going to stick with Europe today," Anakin told them, "and are going to increase the difficulty level."
Someone had taken Laura's critique of last week's class slightly personally. Sorry, everyone.
Obi-Wan sighed the sigh of someone who had had a full hour's argument over the previous party's ridiculous post-class demands and was mostly just glad Anakin had scrapped the flamethrowers from the equation. "Somewhat," he said, "at a normal and sensible pace."
He cleared his throat. "We are about to welcome you to a local festival called Oktoberfest," he said. "It appears to largely concern beverages we'd rather you not imbibe. Not that any of you would, of course."
The sarcasm was dripping, there.
"Because that would be wrong," Anakin agreed, nodding. "But mostly because none of you want detention for drinking alcohol during class. We're going to a country called Germany, which is...down and to the west of the country we were in last week."
"The festival also revolves around food," Obi-Wan continued, "Which is to say, we hope you have some expertise in the art of baking." He looked vaguely amused underneath all the facial hair. "As well as a healthy appetite."
Anakin smirked. "So get your costumes on--" he pointed to racks of lederhosen and dirndls that were not optional, "--and get ready to race."
"May the Force be with you," Obi-Wan said solemnly, bowed his head, and then turned around and walked into the portal.
Someone had taken Laura's critique of last week's class slightly personally. Sorry, everyone.
Obi-Wan sighed the sigh of someone who had had a full hour's argument over the previous party's ridiculous post-class demands and was mostly just glad Anakin had scrapped the flamethrowers from the equation. "Somewhat," he said, "at a normal and sensible pace."
He cleared his throat. "We are about to welcome you to a local festival called Oktoberfest," he said. "It appears to largely concern beverages we'd rather you not imbibe. Not that any of you would, of course."
The sarcasm was dripping, there.
"Because that would be wrong," Anakin agreed, nodding. "But mostly because none of you want detention for drinking alcohol during class. We're going to a country called Germany, which is...down and to the west of the country we were in last week."
"The festival also revolves around food," Obi-Wan continued, "Which is to say, we hope you have some expertise in the art of baking." He looked vaguely amused underneath all the facial hair. "As well as a healthy appetite."
Anakin smirked. "So get your costumes on--" he pointed to racks of lederhosen and dirndls that were not optional, "--and get ready to race."
"May the Force be with you," Obi-Wan said solemnly, bowed his head, and then turned around and walked into the portal.
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"Bit forward, yeah?"
And a complete little shit.
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Very unimpressed, yes.
"Unless you would rather report to Master Skywalker's office, instead. I'm certain he can find another cake-based challenge for you."
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Sorry not sorry that you're such a daddy, Obi-Wan.
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His eyebrows were threatening to do something terribly amused on his face, and he wasn't quite as good at keeping it from showing as he liked to think.
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He was mature that way.