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Today's class was in the most epic kitchen yet, a large arena with stadium-style seating that could easily fit hundreds. A four-sided screen hung above their heads, showing close ups of the currently empty stade. On the stage sat three pristine kitchen areas, their sous chefs standing patiently to one side, everything there clean and modern-looking stainless steel. At one end was a long wooden table, where their teachers were standing next to not one but two bound individuals.

Er....

Raven looked from her ~~kidnap victim~~ guest judge of the week to the other one. ". . . I thought I was the one getting the guest judges? I mean. Not that I'm complaining. . . ."

"Well this is awkward," Kathy agreed, looking at her ~~kidnap victim~~ guest judge. "I figured you were doing all the, uhh, obtaining? Of our guest judges? And that I should pull my weight and she--" Kathy nudged Kenzi "--was at the diner when I came downstairs, so..."

"Two judges!" Raven said, turning to the class. "It's our last class so we went all out! This is definitely all according to plan."

"Yes?" Kathy said dubiously. "I mean, yes! Definitely all according to plan! This time, you'll have to present your dishes to four judges! Who should introduce themselves so you can get to know them!"

To be clear, it was so that the class could get to know the judges. As opposed to the teachers who had obviously met both before and had gotten their consent to be, err...borrowed.

“I’ve been told I will be compensated for my trauma in food,” said the first person. Kenzi was looking hopefully around, because, free eats! “This kidnapping was very traumatizing and upsetting. I mean, way worse than the last four alien invasions. Really. Do we get dessert out of this?”

"And an appetizer and a main course," Raven assured her, and waved a little. "You should maybe give them a name." Whichever Kenzi happened to prefer just now would work fine.

“My name?” Kenzi clarified, as only a veteran of Fandom and various lock-ups could. “...Taylor Swift.” She grinned at the student chefs. “As far as you know. I work in town at Caritas on Mondays, Luke’s on Wednesdays, I’m a graduate of the class of 2014, and this person next to me owes me a beer.” That would be you, Miss Superhero.

“If I owed anyone a beer it would totally not be ‘Taylor Swift’,” the red-headed girl next to her said, rolling her eyes. “Her name is Kenzi and she will not get a beer from me because beer is almost as disgusting as coffee.” She stuck her tongue out at the girl and then turned back to the class, totally composed again. “Ahem. My name is Momoko Akatsutsumi and I am also a graduate of the school. Class of 2011. Somehow Kenzi and I are friends, but we totally didn’t plan this and I promise that it won’t affect my awesome judging abilities. Food is too important.”
She leaned around to look at her kidnapper. “This will be edible food, right? Do I need to make a reservation for after to cleanse my palate?”

“It will totally affect my abilities. I think bribes are appropriate here,” Kenzi said, sticking her tongue back out at Momoko. “This is why I don’t invite you to my raves. You never contribute the right kinda beer. Also, note that she is way older than me. Olllllld. Keep that in mind.”

Momoko kicked Kenzi under the table, not at all showing anything on her face.

"Oh my god. The students can hear you," Raven said, wondering if maybe she should have included a gag in her ~~kidnapping~~ recruitment gear this week. "We are very confident in all three of your abilities to make edible food," she told the students. "You've done great for the last six weeks."

"They’ve only been cooking for six weeks?!” Momoko muttered, reaching for her phone ready to text Doctor Lector to send her a bento...

Kenzi, meanwhile, had been sliding closer and closer to the Secret Ingredient table to get a glimpse of what they were in for.

Kathy leaned forward and swatted at Kenzi. "Oh my god, will you behave?" she hissed. "Anyway, students, for your final class, our secret ingredient today is cheese. All cheese. Any kind of cheese. There are almost as many kinds of cheese as there are breads, which means that your only limit is your imagination. And because of that..." She paused dramatically. "We won't be accepting cheesecake as an entry for dessert. You're more creative that that."

Momoko stared at Kathy, eyes wide. “No cheesecake?!”

Kenzi patted Momoko sympathetically. “We’re feeling very betrayed. Make it up to us.”

"You'll still get dessert," Kathy sighed, realizing their class had never given them half as much trouble as these two, uhh, guest judges. "So there's that. Are we ready to begin?"

"We'd better be, or we'll waste the whole class on introductions alone," Raven said. "So . . . go!"

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Old. Like our guest judges.

Pinkie Pie

Eric Bittle

Ringo Noyamano

Let this be a lesson in kidnapping people, kids.

Pinkie watched the bickering with great fascination. It was like a really fun, melodramatic talk show!

Also, she was now plotting to make the redheaded guest judge a few little mini cupcakes on the side. Just because she looked so sad about not getting any from the official desserts. . . .

No cheesecake? Kathy! You were the worst! How could you deny Ringo an excuse to make cheesecake? Or, you know, try to, anyway.

So much cheese!

Who will be the ultimate winner of the Iron Fandom finale?

Or watch them ~~bicker at~~ talk to each other

Kathy was definitely watching. And facepalming. And realizing that no good ever came from kidnapping.

Raven leaned over to Kathy about halfway through class.

"Oh my god, we made it to the final week!"

"We did!" Kathy said, turning around to clasp Raven's hands. "And I stopped hyperventilating by, like, class three!"

"Clearly, we are the best workshop hosts ever."

"Are you suggesting we try to do another one?" Kathy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Do you have another idea? Because IIIIIIIII don't. But it might be fun. . . ."

"I don't," Kathy said. "At least not yet. But maybe we'll think of something?" She wasn't going to stress over it either way, which was already a good sign.

"Seriously, how's life treating you? And when was the last time you got drunk?"

Kenzi was watching the class avidly, awaiting the chance to grab some noms.

"Fine! I'm in San Antonio, now. Did I tell you?" Momoko had worked her ropes off (Someone needed to attend a rope-typing class!) and was now leaning on the table and watching, trying to identify the dishes being made... or at least some of the ingredients. " Do you mean so drunk I only know what happened because of YouTube or the last time I had a few glasses of wine?"

Was that student using... nah. No way.

Maybe they were? Hunh.

"Youtube, I want details!" Kenzi grimaced. "I really need to have a weekend like that again."

She was not shrugging her way out of the ropes because they were fun. Also she had a knife, and iddn't want to give that away yet.

"You are totally not getting any blackmail material, sorry. If you want to see them, you have to find the dimension I was in and search for the like everyone else." Then Momoko chuckled. "Though they did match up the music with the bar-fight scenes really well."

She eyed Kenzi a moment. "Are you even old enough to really drink?"

"I'm Canadian, I've been old enough to drink for a while." In Canada. Pfftt. Silly American laws. "Also, I plead the Fifth." What, you think she's an amateur, Momoko?

"You know you that doesn't work if you're not an American, right?" Asked the Japanese citizen living in Texas with a fake visa.

"But officer, it's an honest mistake," Kenzi said, eyes wide and pleading. "You won't call the embassy on me, will you?"

Considering the embassy had no idea she was even in the US, that would be interesting.

"Anyway, I work as a bartender on a lawless island. I'm an outlaw, Officer. You do you and I'll do... well, whoever the next hot guy to walk in is, I guess."

Like Momoko even believed Kenzi was really Canadian?

"Last I checked there were totally laws on the island; I was even arrested here, you know." Sort of.

"Wait? I thought you were dating someone? Aww. Is that why you need Big Sis to buy you a drink?" Momoko snickered, totally taking advantage of Kenzi being bound to try and ruffle the girl's hair.

Kenzi wriggled sideways from this, annoyed, and pouted. "We broke up. Totally still friends, but yeah, Toby's not around. I don't need you to buy me beer, I can get that anywhere, but you *owe* me a beer." For what? Kenzi couldn't remember. But she was sure it was the truth.

"Aww. Yosh. Root beer for the little one!" Momoko stretched to keep it up a moment longer but finally gave up. She didn't stop the teasing, but her eyes had softened at Kenzi's admission. She didn't know if Kenzi was still hurting over the guy, but Momoko was totally sure the situation sucked; she'd been there, after all.

"Are you still with whatshisface? The cute guy?" Hey, Kenzi had been taken back then, not dead. The sitch with Toby had sucked the least it could under the circumstances, but still had been no fun. She kinda hoped Momoko was still with her guy. Even if they'd been weird and awkward and stuff. "And if not, you can give him my number."

"All my boyfriends have been cute, but if you mean Jaime, then yes. We live together now." Momoko's smile grew warm. "You can have his number but it won 't do any good. He's more of a goody-goody cop than I am."

Raven was pleased with their choices for guest judge this week. They had a fun energy.

Momoko was totally going to be laughed at when she got back home, but oh well.

She took a deep breath as the smells started to make their way to her. Ahhh.

"Being kidnapped and forced to judge an iron cook food war may be better than I dreamed it would be."

Yes, it was on her fantasy list. Shut up.

Pinkie came sneaking cartoonishly up during a lull in the cooking.

"Psst!" she hissed, peering eyes and nose over the judges' table next to Momoko. "Here you go!"

And she slipped Momo two artful mini cheesecakes.

And then zipped back off to her cooking station before her robo-sous chef could finish chopping for her entree.

"Awwwww!!" Momoko bounced up to holler at the stage, "THANK YOU! YOU'RE MY NEW FAVOURITE! GOOD LUCK!"

It wouldn't sway her judgement of the food, but the pink haired girl totally had a new fan.

OMNOMNOM

NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM!

That series is soooooo ridiculous.

You say that like you aren't also waiting for the next season.

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